The Man That Was Her Blinked Again

The woman was sitting in the middle of a living room, photo albums strewn around her and no idea when her husband would be home. She couldn't think of anything she'd rather do than watch that porcelain smile shatter into a million pieces. The one thing that didn't change no matter who was in the photos, were the annual pictures taken in that house. In front of that tree, with that angel watching over it all. A strange dizziness forced her chair to wobble, but she brushed it off. Reaching higher, eyes locked with the angel, she felt her knees buckle. At this, the man smiled, that same adoring smile the woman once loved,