Their marriage lasted longer than most of their long time friends’, who often remarked how wonderful that they never argued.
It was true, they didn’t. “Life’s too short to argue”, he’d always said, and, “Marriage is about compromise.” She remembered his words like it was only yesterday. In fact, it was only yesterday, spring-cleaning day.
“It’s my retirement too”, she had said, steadying the ladder as he wiped down the ceiling fan. He didn’t want to argue, nor did he want to compromise.
But he was such a good sport to help with the cleaning. All their friends would have to know that his death was accidental.
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt#9-“Accidental” Posted on July 1, 2017