I've added my writing to the comment section over there. It hasn't shown up, but I don't want to be one of those people who resends it four times and ends up with four comments of the same thing! I'll wait to see if it shows later.
The Prompt: You return home from work to find a Dear John letter on your kitchen table. Oddly enough, it's from one of your favorite pieces of furniture. What does the letter say?
(You can imagine how much fun I had with this one, right?)
It's with a sad heart that I pen this letter. I thought you could change. I waited years, in fact, for that to happen. But you spent too much time with that computer, typing, typing away on its keyboard as if I couldn't see you from the corner. You were so blatantly obvious about your new love. Your new obsession. Did you even think about me once? About how your disregard for my feelings would effect me? Of course not. All you cared about was your new toy.
After waiting all this time, I've decided that I deserve better. Don't try to come after me. I've taken the cable box. She still cares for me. I'll send for the DVD player later. There's no reason that the children have to suffer from your selfishness. We all deserve better than what you have given us; a dusty corner of the living room where we're unused, unloved, unwanted.
Don't try to find us. We'll be fine without you.