This week's prompt for Jenny Matlock's Saturdy Centus is a picture. Stories should be 100 words or less.
She awoke to a world still spinning on its axis, but horror stood one sleepy stretch away. When memory exploded, striking every nerve in her body simultaneously, she crashed like an overloaded computer. The pain went with her.
He was dead, had been dead twelve hours before she even realized. Twelve hours she had washed her hands, done laundry, eaten, breathed and laughed, not knowing she was in the world without him. Could such a light be lost so silently?
Outside, the oranges were frosted over, bright goodness gone the way of her own fruit, the sweetness of her womb.