He loved their car. It was painted all over now, memories of their travels scrawled across the doors, the roof and even along the inside of the wheels. He was a painter and the plain white car that she had brought into the marriage made him wince. With every place they visited, he added a new fresh picture to the car.
He looked at the car, memories flooding back of all those journeys. A tear rolled down his eye, as he looked down at the handwritten note in his hand.
I’m sorry. Our relationship would never work. Please keep the car – it’s the least I can do and I know how much you love it.
© 2016
FFfAW, Week of 05-10-2016
Photo prompt provided by S. Writings
End of relationships are always sad, to me. At least she was kind enough to give him the car he loved. Great story Feliciah!
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Yeah – I just hope he doesn’t ruin the car once anger replaces the sadness! Thanks 🙂
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Awww, this was sad! Great story! 🙂
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Thank you! At least he’s still got the car 😉
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Well, not the worst consolation prize 🙂
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Nope, I agree! 😉
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Such a sad story. I can’t help think, part of the reason he loved this car was because of his memories with his wife, he painted on the car. I’m glad she left him with the car, but I imagine he is very hurt, as all those painted. Memories reminds him of her, that she left. Well written.
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You’re right – though he loves the car, it must be awfully painful looking at it. He’ll probably try and get rid of it because he can’t take it anymore and then regret the decision, because it is beautifully painted. Thank you for your kind words. 🙂
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