The unforgiving sun bathing me with its flamed rays makes this journey even more excruciating. But I have to see her. I have to.
She was adamant to go first without me, but I insisted. I want to prove her that I can walk this long path alone, with just one limb. Sore and drenched in sweat, I almost regret she let me win. But I can see her looking at me, her little eyes cheering for me, waiting for me patiently.
Like an amulet, I gently caress the ring inside my pocket and resume limping towards my future wife.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Adam Ickes
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 12 August 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.