The suitcase lay open on the bed. Studying its dimensions, Malcolm frowned.
He’d never been good at packing. That had been Monica’s specialty. A place for everything, everything in its place, she would say, diamond ring flashing as she’d strategically arrange each item.
Just like their lives – an orchestration of planned days, accounted hours, predictable conversation. A still life in boredom.
He began to carefully fit each of the pieces inside the case. A place for everything, everything in its place.
He paused, momentarily diverted by the twinkling of a diamond.
Then he shut the suitcase.
Word Count: 97
Author’s Note: Written in response to the weekly 100 Word Challenge for Grown-ups at Julia’s Place. This week’s prompt – “the suitcase lay open…”