The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide. Please try to keep it as close to the 200 words as possible. It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.
The main object is to have fun.
Here is the link if you want to join in.
‘There is hope,’ he said as he embraced her, enfolding her body into his arms, gently squeezing her against his chest. She inhaled his smell, the roughness of his tweed jacket, she felt his heartbeat, steady and strong.
Not for us, she thought. I don’t want this anymore. How can I tell him it’s over? I’ve got to move on. I’ve got to flow strong like a river, pushing past barriers and gates. Taking the sludge and slurry of my life, dumping it, leaving all the negativity behind.
‘We will get through this,’ he murmured into her ear. ‘We will.’
His strength and determination had got them through a lot in their life together but 25 years later, the kids had left. They had their own lives and only visited when they wanted something, usually money.
He gave in to them. He bailed them out many, many times.
Now she needed to persuade him that she was moving on. She would invite him to join her on this journey. She wasn’t hopeful he would. She couldn’t see him upping sticks, leaving it all behind, the comfort and security but she hoped against hope that he would.