This week’s photo: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Every morning in spring, Evelyn kisses him goodbye – until the day a freak squall drags him away into the sea.
Ten years go by. Evelyn sits by the window. Sensing her absence, her husband wakes, waiting for her, still. Turning away from the window with resignation thick as molasses, she sees him. Their eyes meet.
“Come back to bed,” he urges.
“In a minute,” she whispers back.
Almost-tears freeze like glass in her eyes. Then, she rises and returns – to the second greatest love of her life.
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This is my weekly entry for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100-word stories in response to the photo prompt, this week from none other than our fearless leader Rochelle. For more stories, click the frog.
Anne Higa 
I dunno… sounds like she hasn’t at all grieved for the first husband properly..
She needs to let go
Tragic.
Some things just can’t ever be forgotten.
Thanks Iain. Very true.
Dear Anne,
That’s a tough one. My SIL remarried after my husband’s brother died in a car accident. She’s happily remarried, but she still misses her first husband. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
The first love is often impossible to move on from, even if there is someone else. Maybe she can be happy enough. A sad story nicely written!
I hope so Brenda. 🙂 Thanks for visiting!
Sometimes, it’s hard to move on even if the new love makes her happy.
A sad tale …
Be safe … Be Healthy … Be Happy
Isadora 😎
Thanks Isadora. You too.
She needs to move on. So easy to say, but so very difficult to do.
He must love her a lot, to be willing to play second fiddle to a dead man. Really good writing.