Collateral Damage

They met in May, in a café, quite accidentally. A spilt coffee cup, a pile of wet napkins, an ‘excuse me’. They married in June; coincidentally that was not her name. Time passed slowly, he learnt to love and hate her, equally. By July, they had died of despair: boredom and old age, that killer combination, not a tragedy.

This is based upon an exercise from The Writer's Block that Russell recommended. The idea is to write a complete story in just 59 words...it's harder than it sounds!