A piece of junk mail with his name had shown up today. Despite the annoying and ineffective attempt to sell a credit card, an envelope that she would have immediately discarded if it had her name on it, she held it tenderly. She would have never imagined longing for the mundane like this.
There would be no more nights home late from work with grateful smiles at the sight of dinner, or quick kisses before rushing off in the morning.
There would only be future junk mail.
Time passes slowly
except when tragedy strikes
it all went too quick
Inspired by this prompt from the Carrot Ranch Literary Community: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that takes place a year later. It can be any year. Explore the past year or another significant passing of time to a character. Go where the prompt leads!