“I’ll come soon,” he said, as he walked towards the boat. It’d sail him far away. “It’s important,” he’d say, “for our future.”
He left, without a backward glance. She stood still, her eyes hopeful, the pain in her backbone not withstanding. For it was not hours, but days that turned into weeks; and then months. She stood rigid, where he had left her, not wanting to cheapen her love, her dedication, her trust.
Unawares, life slowly drifted away from her body, and grew into a flower in that same place. It’d dangle, every time a boat passed by. Alas, it wasn’t him.
Copyright 2016 © Nandini Deka
this is so sad;what a beautiful story.
ReplyDeletePoignant take on the prompt. Well done.
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Has the breath of a folktale ...
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautifully written sad tale... loved it!
ReplyDeleteSigh .. how romantic ... nicely written, it reminds me of an ancient tale told by a fireside. Bastet
ReplyDeleteHe must have been a sailor.
ReplyDeleteLove never gives up. Somehow it always pushes through the things of Earth to remain.
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