The Half Windsor
Larissa Fine straightened her husband Eddie’s tie — a blue one in a Half Windsor knot — and patted his chest.
“What would you ever do without me, Eddie?” she asked, taking a sticky roller to the lint and such on the shoulders of his best suit.
No one ever thought her Eddie would retire from the family business, he loved it too much — crooked ties and all — but retire he did, handing complete control of the place to his and Larissa’s son, Ted.
And tonight would be the chance for goodbyes and all Eddie’s gang — family, business colleagues, even the guys in his bowling league — were coming.
Looking up from Eddie’s coffin, Larissa smiled and nodded to Ted to open The Fine Funeral Home doors and allow the early mourners in.
Here is my latest Five Sentence Fiction offering, based on a prompt from Lillie McFerrin. This week: Ending.