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Transparent Trevor I called him. I could look into his pale blue eyes and have a good idea what he was thinking. To me, they were the windows of his mind.
He was never the same after his beloved Jane passed away. He hardly spoke and rarely left the house. His eyes became hazy, I could no longer see through them.
Each day he would wake at sunrise, stare from his window and watch the world go by. Then the sun would set. The next day it would set sooner, the next day sooner still.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset……sunset.
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Prod Froggie to visit the squares.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers‘
A very touching story Keith
Thank you so much, Sadje.
You’re most welcome
This was so emotional.
Thanks for dropping by, Maggie,
A very moving story, my friend. I have seen this happen several times, after a spouse or partner passes, and the one left grieving gives up the will to live. Ultimately, it is the result of a broken heart.
I’m sure it’s all to common. Thank you, Nancy.
Poignantly told, Keith
Kind of you to say so, Neil, thank you.
part of his heart left with her
Sadly so.
A quick glimpse into a deep chasm.
Indeed. Thanks, Christine.
It’s hard to watch a friend fade away after such a loss, until the friend has a similar loss. Excellent story.
I’m sure it must be, thank you, Mimi.
Alright. Change of plans. I am watching Fiddler on the Roof this afternoon!
I would if I were a rich man!
“Sunrise, Sunset.” Reminds me of the tune from the musical “Fiddler on the Roof”.
a life of pointing to the moon. then there is no moon, what is the value of the finger.
thoughtful story, yo
Sad one.
There has to be a final sunset for all.
We need to live everyday nicely as today is a gift.
So well expressed Keith – sadly not uncommon 💔
Dear Keith,
It seems the photo sent us in similar directions. Well told. Touching.
Shalom,
Rochelle
The emotional resonance of this piece.. Bravo.
Well done, Keith
Not many chuckles this week, old bud.
Nicely done.
Sad, and all too common. I loved the ending.
So sad, but beautifully told, Keith. The will to live on without the love of one’s life is a difficult thing.
It is a sad way to exist the rest of one’s life. Beautifully written.
Ah well… sad, isn’t it. Great write though, Keith.
Poor Trevor, grief plays such a melancholy tune.
Heartfelt emotions well.presented Keith..I love your Froggie artwork,!
He needs a community. Sadly too many like Trevor.
Aw, poor guy, I hope they are together now.
This was touching, and profoundly sad. It seems at a certain stage of life, one can truly die of a broken heart although it can take years. I saw it happen to my mother-in-law.