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We loved sitting under this tree watching the sunset. Remember that conversation we had? ‘How’s work, how’s your mum, what did you have for lunch, I need a haircut… will you marry me?’ Your face! You giggled and said ‘no!’ Then looked me in the eye and said ‘of course’!”
Then your sun set. Why? I blamed myself, your family, your doctor, God even. How dare he? I was so angry. But it was nobody’s fault. These things happen. To some. To you.
That was ages ago. The tree’s still here, weather-worn like me. But something’s missing. You are missing.
You.
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Prod Froggie to visit the squares
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
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A sweet and poignant story, dear Keith. One life ends but the cycle continues, sometimes in the most unexpected places.
Poignant
So sad Keith. Nice take.
Beautifully written, Keith
You’ve spun quite a tale from such a simple prompt! Here’s hoping, in your next scene, he’ll be able to move on from his grief.
Awww… you’ve pulled on our heart strings with this one, Keith. so lovely.
how very sad and lovely, both
Gone but not forgotte.
<3 <3 <3 Told perfectly. You know how I know? I'm crying.
It’s so hard to be the one left behind.
A very touching story Keith.
What a poignant 100-word story, Keith! 👍
So tender Keith and I loved your reading of it – just perfect 💔
Dear Keith,
This poignant piece aims at the heart and hits its target. Lovely.
Shalom,
Rochelle