Tarnished Love

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

I care for you still, but like the old streetlight, my love has decayed.  You seem oblivious to its deterioration.  You’ve nagged, you’ve moaned, you’ve criticised like the unremitting erosion of a coastline, a constant attrition on our relationship.

You are self-absorbed, incapable of feeling contentment.  My every attempt to make you happy has been slapped aside wounding intensely.  Black resentment the resulting effect of thwarted efforts.  I’m no longer inclined to try.

Now I am leaving and no doubt that will be wrong too.  There is nobody else.  No other woman.  I just can’t bear to be with you.

 

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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