I sat down on the concrete in the park and contemplated my life. It would not be the first time everything flashed before my eyes while sitting here.
I remembered coming here when I lost my job, and again the day my husband walked out, and again when my savings began to run out and I had to sell my beloved pet dog.
It was almost as if I was sitting by my only friend.
Well, my friend said nothing as I took the gun from my pocket.
After the bang, the bin bag continued to flutter in the breeze.
Written for Friday fictioneers