I love you
Her heart fluttered. A small smile played about her lips.
He knew how to pull her strings.
She hung the sari out to dry and looked out into the horizon.
Somewhere beyond the mountains was her love, alone.
While she was here surrounded by his loved ones.
She cooked for them wondering what he ate.
If he ate.
Sometimes she too couldn’t eat.
She’d tell him tonight.
What if someone overheard?
But there was a bigger hurdle.
He had threatened he wouldn’t speak to her.
“I love you,” she practiced with the winds.
A/N This is a whimsical continuation of my primary submission – Uncharted Territory – for the Friday Fictioneers. And also another possible scenario – Lost and Found. Forgive me Rochelle for testing your kindness.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this inspiring challenge and Danny Bowman for the amazing photo that prompted the stories to write themselves. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.