It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name
Nothing
Christ, it was cold. Colder than his marriage bed, these 12 years since Mary passed.
She had loved the farm, and she had loved him. He tried to comfort her with talk of heaven, but she would only smile and say, “Nothing could be better than here.”
His hot whiskey piss burned through the layer of ice in the outhouse toilet. He let out a chirrup of delight. Small victories.
Somehow he knew this would be his last winter. The thought warmed him.
Perhaps Mary was right. Perhaps there was no heaven.
And, perhaps, nothing could be better than here.

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