…for Friday Fictioneers.
She always was a bit flighty but he didn’t expect her to leave him for a toy boy when she was in her eighties!
She left a load of stuff behind: frumpy frocks and woolly socks, her walking cane, her Zimmer frame. Hair nets, reading specs, everywhere he looked he was reminded of her.
Down the road was a shop which sold second-hand bits and pieces for charity. ‘All donations welcome’ said the sign in the window.
There was only one thing for it.
“Excuse me dear” he called through the door. “Do you accept second-hand husbands?”
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to John Nixon for the photo.