The cows did her in. All through dinner with her daughter, her ex and his new wife, she’d been internally patting herself, and her ex, on the backs. What mature parents they were, still getting along years after their divorce.
Now that Sean had remarried, to a girl 10 years younger than she no less, everyone asked Sonya if she was angry, or jealous. Her answer always was the same – she was thrilled for him. Madison made Sean happy, and she was a wonderful stepmother to their daughter.
They moved to the living room, Sean’s and Madison’s living room, for dessert and there they were, sitting on the mantle. The pair of psychedelic ceramic cows, the ones she’d found in a flea market on their honeymoon. She loved those cows. They’d gone missing during the last years of their marriage, and at some point she’d just stopped looking for them. But now they were here, on Madison’s mantle. Her heart caught fire as she blinked back tears, staring at Sean’s hand on Madison’s slim thigh.
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and inspired by one of my favorite songs about heartbreak, Green Eyes.