The early morning light filters through the empty bottles and stains my nightdress blue, green and red as I lean over the back of a kitchen chair, waiting, breathing. It had been quite some party. I remembered Rex, drunk on happiness, breaking his promise to me, and telling our guests to mark their diaries for seven months when they would be returning for a christening.
So many glasses raised, so many congratulations, so much love.
And now as another cramp grips me, I think about all the un-telling I will have to do, starting with Rex.
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This is a 100-word piece of flash fiction inspired by the picture. Let me know what you think!
