Peaceful and Clean: In which we end


I sit in the driveway holding the note I’ve purposefully left unread. After seven years, it’s the last remnant of him, the last of us being “us.”

I see the snow, falling peaceful and clean, and realize this is how I feel.

I unfold his note and read:

“Be happy.”


(In response to FranklyWrite’s 50-word story challenge)