PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman
He looked up in amazement. She’d hung from the ceiling a collage of all his favourite things. Albums of music he cherished, books that had inspired him along life’s journey, dangled with his own writing and pictures he’d painted.
Photos of times of joy, celebration, success and triumph. His old Paisley shirt and pointed brogues he’d never throw away. His first guitar.
It all swayed in the breeze like a mobile reflection of his life.
But George had never learnt when looking up, to beware of trap doors. She’d found someone else. The memories diminished and faded as he fell.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.