Six Sentence Story

Looking at herself in the mirror, she put on the off-white pearl necklace her grandmother gave to her on her wedding day around her frail neck, straightened her new black dress by pulling it down, ignorant to the fact that her hem is coming undone and reaching over to where her cell phone laid, on top of the bedside table. "Are we still meeting at our usual spot?", the husky male voice asked after two minutes of conversation, and she responded, "Yes, as we planned, but I have to be home before eight because you know he comes home by then." He told her that it was possible, but only if they left their house right away, so she agreed and told him she was leaving her home and ended the call. She grab her hand held purse, containing only her money and keys, that matched her dress; lifted her light jacket, that was not enough to keep her warm, walked over across the room and touched the breaking doorknob of the only door in the room that would make her a little bit closer to him. As her hand laid on the doorknob, she noticed the imprint of the only wedding ring she received and stood there for five more minutes, smiling at the lack of the ring on her finger. She opened the door and left the room.