photo by William Bout
The Lighthouse Resort (84 words)
The first time I stayed at the Lighthouse Resort was to treat myself because you broke my heart and after days of crying chose to rejoice myself.
The second time I stayed we celebrated our honeymoon with champagne, making love, promising to never take for granted, dancing slowly, reveling in life until death do us part.
The third time I stayed, on our twelfth wedding anniversary, your ashes in a cardboard box, unwilling to part with you while Orionid meteorites raged through midnight sky.
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Categories: Flash Fiction