Sue’s #Writephoto prompt this week:

Glancing up, all he could see was the fragmented lights and shadow pattern, projected from that chandelier.

She’d fought so hard for that monstrosity.

He was more of a simple man. No need for ostentatious decoration.

But she was adamant.

After buying the big house, she wanted it decorated a certain way too.

Renovations started from top to bottom. The money poured out of his account into the coffers of various designers and furniture specialists.

He’d joked to her that this move, and consequent makeover, would be the death of him.

He never knew it would actually happen.

Balancing that ladder to change a bulb on a chandelier 30-foot above was never going to be an easy task.

She’d been moaning for days that the light just wasn’t right because of that bulb.

Oh well, at least she’d be happy. He’d managed to change it, before feeling the pain in his chest started.

Stumbling down the ladder, he lay on the floor, blinking. The light seemed to dance around him.

His phone was nowhere near.

She’d only popped out for a hair appointment. She’ll be back soon, he consoled himself.

He stared up at the lights, blinking slowly, until the lights went out … forever.