Postcard #17

She flipped through the handmade calendar, fighting back tears as she saw all the good times they had had. She recalled his words about making more special memories this year, enough to fill next year’s calendar. Her fingers fought the glossy, heavyweight pages of the summer months which displayed photos of them on holiday. She noted the days flying by and realised that was how they had always felt that when they were together. And now? The days dripped by like a leaking tap, pooling into nothing.