PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
They said it wouldn’t last, that we were on the rebound. We both knew they were wrong.
On our first date you ignited a spark in my damaged and hardened heart. In return, you said my child-like enthusiasm for life rejuvenated yours.
We’ve had our obstacles, but overcame them together, flames still dancing between us.
Fifty years on, I look at your crumpled face, my heart fills with warmth. The soft glow from within pumps out to you, willing you to recover. Instinctively, I know you won’t.
Your time is near.
I wish it wasn’t so.
My sorrow is unspeakable.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.