Bright morning sunshine slices down through the kitchen windows, old glass splintering the light into glimmering shards that bounce around the room. Random bits of light flicker across the green linoleum, catching the edges of faint footprints, destination unknown but for the unlocked screen door.
Last words spoken hang in the silence, where the evening before a meal was shared and promises broken. The footprints, some still wet, some dried, all painful reminders of someone’s silent departure.
Wonderful! I really like the sparse use of words to convey such a powerful emotion.