Memento by Gary Hewitt.
He collects the old blanket and tucks the material under his arm.
Arent you going to throw it out?
He struggles to contain rising anger.
No Im not.
Im not having that old rag in our house.
He glares. She looks down.
Listen, I havent got much to remember her by.
Fine, you do what you want.
She storms away. He dabs the corners of his eyes. He cant believe how she fell away. She was walking around the house with no problems last week yet now shes gone. They were all in shock, even his heartless wife. He knew she was hurting though.
Look love, maybe Ill get rid of it later but not right now.
She comes back and hands her husband a mug of tea. Shes lost count how many shes made in the last few days.
Im sorry, I shouldnt have snapped, she says.
Were all on edge.
God, what are we going to do with all her food? Weve got tons of it.
Ill have a word with Emily. Im sure shell use it.
I expect your right. We can give her the other stuff as well.
Might as well, its no use to us anymore.
Where are we going to put this blanket?
Well, it needs a good wash. I know you want it to remember her by but wouldnt it be good if we gave that to Emily as well? I mean, she would put it to good use. Lets be honest, itd only sit in the airing cupboard.
I suppose youre right.
She takes his hand.
Its for the best. Oh, that reminds me. The vet rang and said we should be able to collect her ashes at the end of the week.
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