Suddenly the lights of Paris shined less bright. The laughter of happy times past nothing more than a distant echo. Their eyes which once sparkled with joy now streamed tears of sadness down ashen cheeks.
She leaned from the gaping window and clutched his hand. Though close, they felt a million miles apart, separated by the cold steel of the carriage door.
With a menacing roar, the train began inching its way down the platform, slowly at first as if to prolong the agony of those final heart-wrenching moments. He choked on his emotion; she sobbed and gasped as she tried to speak. But she couldn’t.
He ran beside her holding her shaking hand until the end of the platform dragged them apart. The monster headed out into the night taking with it his very reason for being.
He stood alone, alone with his thoughts, the platform deserted. Silent. Then in the chill of the midnight breeze, he heard her whispering voice.
‘Je suis désolé mon amour’ she wept.
As he stared into the darkness, tears of rain began falling from the sky.
‘Adieu mon amour’ he cried.
He sank to his knees.
“Pourquoi m’as-tu abandonné? Pourquoi?”
With thanks to Google Translate without whose help this story would not have been possible!
Sunday Photo Fiction is hosted by Susan Spaulding. This week’s photo is provided by C E Ayr