Fresh morning light flooded through the kitchen window invading shadows and mocking the stack of grease laden plates by the sink.
I sat at the breakfast bar hunched over a bowl of muesli. I managed one dry flaky mouthful before returning to the shocking news in yesterday's fingered paper.
David had committed suicide.
In the dark recess of my mind David's empty eyes met mine. Back then I'd felt equally compelled and repulsed by our attraction.
Charlotte entered. I felt uneasy.
"Yup. I'm gonna call David's brother."
"We're still going to the funeral then?"
"It's my fault. I have to go."
"Charlotte!" I was frustrated. "How is that duplicitous idiot's death your fault?"
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was ... in the dark recess of my mind ...