Not a word about the children they brought into this world, not a question, not a comment about the future holding them, not a look of contemplation passing over his anxious face, just concerns about his life, his property, his time and then… just a melancholy picture taken when their little backs were turned. Who knew it could be so simple, leaving him? She never knew.
“I’m divorcing you.” – the guillotine slices through the air and the birds all grow silent in the cool spring evening on the day of execution. The destitute wife panics underneath her mask. What if the man tries to loose his bonds? But that is only idle fear and pointless worry. The executioner is relieved then, in a way like ashes spread in the wind, when the condemned goes quietly, gently, to his death.
Goodbye then. And goodbye.