My sad stories keep hoping for a better ending but it is clear in this bright morning light that better endings aren’t coming.
So, here are the endings to the stories:
“He pulled his coat and hat from the closet. Tipped his hat to the mirror. And walked out the door in search of new stories. As he walked away, the picture he had been carrying fell from his hand. He did not look back.”
“He drew a deep breath then set the kettle to boil. There were plans to make and he would need his wits about him. He smiled to himself. His decision was going to break him but he was happy to be moving on.”