She opened the door and crossed the threshold as she had so many times, but now everything was different. It helped to know she wasn’t alone, but her cats were so quiet she might as well have been.
“Jingles! Champ! I’m home,” she called to her companions. They wouldn’t come, but she ached less, imagining they’d anticipated her return.
Dust motes swirled between the lengthening shadows. The room was filled with motion, yet everything felt still and empty. Like her life.
Today the judge signed the decree, finalizing the divorce. It was over. She wished she knew what came next.
These 100 words were prompted by VelvetVerbosity.com: “quiet”