I can still hear the rush of feet, echoes of laughter, the soft whispers and warm sighs.
My vision blurs.
I loved him.
He loved me.
What went wrong?
He turns away.
“How have you been?” I call out.
“Why do you care?” His voice is harsh.
“I just do.”
“If you did, you wouldn’t have left.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“You wanted to leave. Be free.”
“But you didn’t care enough to stop me?”
“Wasn’t that your grievance? That I imposed my dictates on you?”
“That’s why I backed off, to let you do as you wanted.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the irresistible challenge and J. Hardy Carroll for the beautiful photo. To read the other stories inspired by this post, click here.
Thanks also to those whose commented on this story which triggered this post 🙂