The whiskey scorched all the way down as he took another swig. He almost fell over as he ground out his cigarette. That brought him face to face with that photo of her in that navy blue dress.
“I can’t believe you’re gone.”
A sob escaped causing him to slump into his recliner.
“We were so good together.”
Putting down the bottle, he picked up her image and gave it a sloppy kiss. He went to put it carefully back down, but instead, he fumbled it. The photo tumbled to the tiled floor, shattering the glass. He groped for the now naked photograph, cutting his hand, but undeterred, he snagged it. He sucked on the blood while staring into the picture’s eyes.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you, hurting me again?”
He picked back up the bottle and pounded what was left. Snatching his lighter he set fire to her visage.
He watched her burn, yet even when the flames reached his fingers, he couldn’t let go. Not even when she was just ashes.
“I told you I’d do anything to make you stay.”
He showed his fingertips to the navy blue urn on the bookshelf.
He poked at the fire, trying to make it brighter to push back the overwhelming darkness. Sparks danced into the air, but his feeble attempts failed to make that part of the world any more luminous. Pissed off he unzipped and proceeded to urinate on the flames, drowning them and allowing the darkness to flood into the space.
He laughed as it so epitomized how his life treated him.
He decided to wander back to his cabin. Being fire blinded, he tripped on a branch, falling flat on his face. “Nope, that’s my life,” he mumbled in the fallen leaves.