He opened the table drawer, looked at her picture for the last time. He made a desperate attempt to stop the tears rolling out from his eyes, as he closed the drawer.
He looked out the window and saw the sun rising up in the sky with all brightness, light and hopes of something new.
He went to the washroom, washed his face and looked himself in the mirror. He admired his good looks.
He came out to bedroom and waving his hand over his black thick hair started waking up his wife; he felt his heart begin to heal.
This post is written for 100 Words on Saturday 2014 #9