I sit, with my tea for one.
The sun heats my body, like your hands used to do. The breeze caresses my skin, settling on the back of my neck, almost like your breath.
The trees whisper the words you can no longer say, while the birds sing me their own songs of sorrow.
He walks towards me carrying a copy of the Sunday Times. I stand on grief heavy legs.
Your presence wraps itself around me, cloaking me in love, while the clouds overhead push forward.
It is time for me to do the same.
I smile and offer my hand. ‘I’m pleased to meet you.’
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.
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beautiful post and image!
Thanks 🙂
Short but well written with a touch of bitter sweet.
There’s a hundred word limit :-0 thanks Lyn.
Nicely expressed tale about moving on. Well done.
Thank you Sandra. I wanted a positive end.
Life does go on indeed. Beautifully written.
Thanks.
She’s trying to move on, but I fear she is still quite rooted in the past. I hope she can get through it.
Yes. One step at a time.
Bittersweet, but I’m glad the end was sweet 🙂 Good for her.
Thanks.
Moving on indeed. Lovely
Thank you Carrie.
You show her mixed emotions really well, and particularly her lingering grief. I think it’s too soon, myself. She should wait. However, maybe he’s the one to help her through. Nicely written.
Thanks Margaret. You never know, it could be a job interview, a different way of moving forward 🙂
Beautifully written. I sense though that she might not be quite ready yet…
Claire
No but the intention is there. Thanks.
I like your above idea of not quite knowing who the man is. Well done portraying loss and moving forward.
Thanks Alicia.
You balanced sadness and hope so well, a very touching story.
Thanks very much.
This is marvelous. I love this sentence, “Your presence wraps itself around me, cloaking me in love, while the clouds overhead push forward.” It’s interesting how tea ended up in many stories this week, mine included. 🙂
Cant bear a cuppa! Thanks.
I felt this one.
Thank you.
Thsnks Dawn.
Dear Louise,
Beautifully told right down to her ‘grief heavy legs.’ We’re even. You’ve left a lump in my throat.
Shalom,
Rochelle
We certainly are :-). Thanks
So lovely it makes me weep.
Lily
Thanks Lily.
Lovely moment, lovely writing.
Thank you Leona.
Such a beautiful picture of lost love and moving on. The caressing breath and wrapping cloak are such soft warm images – she really was loved.
She was and will be again :-). Thanks
Excellent I love the way you resolved it by introducing yourself.
Hopefully the best part is about to come!
All the best to you, Aquileana 😀
Thank you 🙂