Albert woke up, and stared out the window at what he and Clara had always called chocolate roses and vanilla snow.
‘It’s George Harrison’s birthday’, he thought aloud, remembering how much they’d always enjoyed those old songs.
He took a shower, got dressed, coffee and newspaper, and went about his daily chores.
‘It’s just another ordinary average day,’ he said, ‘Without Clara. That’s the part that will take some time to get used to.’
He passed the rest of a typical day going about his normal routine, often passing by their wedding photograph with a resigned smile.
is in charge of our Friday Fictioneers, which we have each Wednesday.
gives us this week’s hep photo prompt. You, of course, know by now how to get the magical Froggy to allow you to enter.