Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompt for this week. I think I’ve become a FriFic addict. It’s far better to be addicted to writing than other things, I guess. The genre is romance. Of course. A heartbreaker. Of course. BTW it’s the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of my blog. Woot, woot!!!
She held his hand and hoped she would feel something. A squeeze. Caress of the palm with a fingertip. Anything. The fireworks in the sky lit up their faces and the balmy summer night. She turned to face him. No words were exchanged. Not once did he look her way. She released his hand and turned back to the spectacle before them. She knew it was over. There was nothing left. He was done with her. With her shoes held in her left hand, she walked down the beach. Away from him. From their life. Knowing their story was over.
**My darlin’, I miss you. My darlin’, who knew. Who knew….**