PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Once a week we met here to kiss and to whisper, as the waves lapped gently at the shore.
Now I sit beneath the creaky wooden boardwalk alone while families and couples and friends run and play and talk above.
I wonder why you stopped coming, if your body will ever be found or – if you will ever know that the kisses I gave you were real and not just cover.
We could meet openly now, if we wanted to.
And then, I could tell you we won the war, and at what cost.
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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, where every week writers get together to write 100-word stories based on a prompt. For more stories, click the frog:
achingly sad
Seems so sad…
Nice twist revealing the complexity of their relationship.
Anne, the place does look lonely and also a place for secret meetings. Also works well as a metaphor.
Dear Anne,
Touchingly nuanced story. Good job.
Shalom,
Rochelle