Dumped Sorting

As she gathered his clothing for disposal, I was going through photos. I held one up, the two of them on a balcony. She glanced over.

"NYE three years ago. Toss."

I gathered them up, and threw them out. I held up the next.

"Shakespeare in the park, two and a half years ago. Keep the play, toss the rest."

I sorted them, then held up the next one.

"My birthday last year, toss 'em."

I picked up one.

"You got drunk that night, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason."

I tore up the photo of him and the engagement ring.