Widower’s Holiday, by Adam Smith

Elizabeth died after Thanksgiving, despite her wish to live to see Christmas.

George had heard the terrible, wet sucking sound of her last breath. He had watched the light leave her eyes and he had felt her hand cool, as he held it in his own.

The doctor said there had been no pain, but George knew better.

Elizabeth would feel the pain of an eternity of guilt for having left him during the Holidays. He was sickened and saddened by the thought and vowed to never celebrate again. He kept his promise, dying himself on the twenty-third of December.

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