Tin Anniversary

Even if it’d been a week and change since his wife left, Hubert still stopped outside his front door to steel himself before walking in. He’d open the door, wincing, ready to start yelling in his defence. And then, when he met nothing but the dark room and quiet, he felt something between relief and regret.

He still had to get to the grocery store. A task he’d hardly ever considered and now struggled to remember as necessary.

After looking through the refrigerator and cupboards, he put his coat back on and started down the street to the corner tavern.

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