Warning: this is something of a macabre piece.
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He had loved her once, but as time went by the pain of her betrayals had ruined him. He was laughed at by his work colleagues because she had been at a few of them during the office holiday party. He had done his research and had figured out how to make her completely biodegradable. He would pack her away and dispose of the bits a little at a time; she didn’t cook so the freezer was empty. “Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he said as he put away another part of her, “but this time, there is no tomorrow.”
Julie over at 100 Word Challenge for Grown-Ups pointed us to a Shakespeare line. Click below to add your contribution…