“As long as the waves still kiss the rock-shore,
surely as I can still love you more,
certain as the sun sets and rises,
I promise I’ll be back, dearest.”
His seven-year-old letter turned my heart as cold as the ocean breeze. I’m done hoping. I’m done believing. I crumpled his words, balled it up with my shaking fist, ready to throw, let go.
Then I heard his voice, followed by rushed steps, then a hug from the back. I tasted salty tears, of joy or of anger, I’m not sure. But I’m sure he smells and feels like this.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 20 May 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.