The couple stand at the railing, hands clasped. The ferry rocks them gently. Almost lovingly. Jason can find no security in it though. He’s anxious about the conversation to come.
‘I envy your strength, Miranda.’
‘Don’t, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.’
‘Where do I begin?’
‘At the beginning of course.’
‘I’ve never lived on my own.’
‘It’s time you did. Tell your truth.’
As the sun dips below the horizon, the impending darkness gives Jason newfound strength. In port, he leaves Miranda at the railing.
Meeting his wife at the dock, he declares, ‘Love, our story’s over.’
100 words/Genre: love story?
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It tickles me to death to write with such a great group of writers. Please be sure to go to her page and read their stories too. We are a rather eclectic group and the genres run the gamut.
I welcome kudos and criticism. Happy reading!