May 16, 2016 by Felicia Hf
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.
FFfAW, Week of 05-10-2016