Friday, 3 June 2016

Flash Fiction Friday: Where it all began

Where it all began

Seeing the bench, for the first time in years, I was disgusted at the state of it. The paint had almost all worn away, some of the slats were warped, there was grafitti written all over it and it was covered in bird shit.
Putting the bag I was carrying on the floor I opened it up, removed a few of the items and went to work, painstakingly restoring it to what it'd looked like the first time I had ever met the woman I had spent the last twenty years calling my wife, and the woman who'd passed away less than a week earlier.



Angelica Dawson said...

Great flash, Julez. Potent images and emotion.

Rolling Muse in The Roses said...

Love!! Full of love and adoration to his life. <3

Doris O'connor said...

Aww, beautiful and sad, and just wonderful :-)