All The Way (Fiction)

It was a minor hiccup that ultimately broke her. 

She lost her cool that evening because the generator’s cord had been stuck for two days. If not, Rose would probably have remained in the rut that was her life. When she gave up on getting the cord out that second day, she entered the house and started crying. She cried for a long time. Not the howling, sniveling kind of cry, the silent ones with huge balls of water running down her cheeks. That was when she admitted to herself that she had let things slide too much, too frequently.

Goddy, her spendthrift husband of five years, unknowingly ate ten some tablets with dinner.  Rose had prepared his favourite because it would be his last.