Drabble 1: Frosted Flakes
When he left this morning, he forgot his cell phone, the one
with the picture of Lacy, our old golden retriever, as his background. I
noticed it while I was eating my oatmeal. Somehow he’d wedged it between the sugar
bowl and a box of frosted flakes.
Even as I pulled it out, I felt his hand on my shoulder. I
started, turning around to meet him. His kiss was bruising. By the time my eyes
opened again, the only sound was the porch door swinging and a signaling beep
from his phone.
I should have known he was leaving.
