I remember the blissful smiling eyes you shared when you picked me. You placed me inside your room. Like a ghost I witnessed the love you shared above, beneath your queen-sized bed.
I remember how the morning starts with your warm kisses, done always in front of me. Sometimes I just want to close my eyes as I blushed in every scene I see.
I remember how you crumble – from a lovely couple to two unacquainted souls. How she cried silently, alone. How he grinned as he sneaked calls she has never known.
Most of all, I remember how hard he pinned her against me. How red her blood was as they fall with my broken shards. How panicked he’d been as he threw her shattered pieces and then me.
Word count: 130
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Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.