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Shades of Her Chestnut Hair... and Two Hundred Pound Anchors... 😮❗

A brilliant haze splashed hues of auburn and had lit her hair in shades of chestnut and burgundy as the sun blazed its chorus — and paused. He gazed at the framed picture and her faithful smile and recalled that moment as he sat down. Saturday afternoon was fading. He lit a tiny pink candle buried in the chocolate cupcake, resting on his kitchen table, and watched it flicker as it cast vague shadows along darkened walls. It was his birthday.

SHE was never supposed to leave before him; he thought he'd made that clear to her. He smiled wistfully as an accustomed ache choked his throat. He blew out the candle then watched... as those wisps of white smoke drifted into the air. His wish would not be granted.

The boxes were packed, and most of his furniture was gone. He'd just missed calls from both his daughters — while rummaging through old clothes in the basement — but his phone had captured their song and the harmony of his grandkids. He listened to the replay of their voices and giggles.

He remembered that time when they'd tried to plant sixty candles on his cake, with much laughter and dizzy hope. It was a fail, but one where they ALL squealed and cheered. He'd puffed at those flames till he was light-headed.

He took a bite of his cupcake, sipped from a glass of cold milk and slowly turned his head towards the eerie silence that had emerged. The Grandfather clock, the guardian of his hallway — the one he'd bought with her when they first moved in — had just stopped ticking. Its moon face mocked him, the swan's neck, reflected in the bevelled glass, stood expressionless. No one wanted it, and he didn't know what to do with it.

The doorbell rang and broke the stillness of his thoughts.

He shuffled his tired legs to the door and greeted a young couple who smiled and spoke softly. "We saw your ad for the Grandfather clock. Do you still have it for sale?"

He welcomed them into his house. The couple gasped as they eagerly nestled up to the edge of the impressive clock and began to caress the smooth lines of its warm mahogany case. He smiled contently to himself as he watched. That clock would start life afresh and find a new home.

As long as they didn't ask him for help, moving that ginormous two hundred pound timepiece down the stairs, up the walkway and onto the roof of that guy's fucking Toyota.
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