PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman
The sun set, after a journey that had started with mine. Apparently the sun, as my love, decided to play hide and seek with me, hiding behind those hills. The sun would return tomorrow. What about her?
“You? Here? How did you find this place?” she uttered through shock.
“I can’t lose you”
“I… can’t come back.”
“Hiding in the middle of nowhere doesn’t change anything, Asha. Yes, we lost everything. But it was our doing, not yours. There are always second chances for those who believe. Stop punishing yourself like this!”
Asha’s tears drenched the parched land. I entered.
Word count: 100
Flash Fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.