The Pebble Collection







He stuffed her clothes into a bin bag then dwelt on the titles of paperbacks stacked in a cardboard box. “She liked her romance.”
Jewellery was set aside to sell. From a rattling vase, he tipped out a collection of pebbles. She always brought souvenirs from beaches they visited. He counted them like rosary beads, each one a memory.
“We were happy then.”
He shivered, “Can you take your memories with you?”
Just in case, he drove to the woods and sought out her grave. He wept as he sprinkled the stones, “If only she hadn’t pushed me so far.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

25 thoughts on “The Pebble Collection

  1. I wonder how happy they really were when the pebbles were being collected. After reading the shock ending I have to question the poor bereaved husband’s view of everything. Well done.


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