Thursday photo prompt – Dusk #writephoto
Today I learned he was missing.
Missing. How does a soldier go missing these days?
I sit on the porch, on the swing, stationary, looking out over the bayou.
This is our home. All of my memories are woven around him.
“One more tour and then I’m yours,” he’d said, his fingers tangling with my curls. His cognac eyes soft, loving.
There’s no baby ripening in my belly. No hair locks to caress. There are just memories of us and a Garth Brooks song, my face planted against his neck, my arms holding him as close as I could. My dreams snagging on forever.
Would I feel it in my soul if he were gone? I feel nothing, the same. Everything.
The sun sinks, a spark of radiant fuchsia shears north. I know, as every cell in my body lights he’s still with me.
Sascha Darlington 2/26/2018
15 thoughts on “The Dance #writephoto”
A tragic tale, simply and beautifully told. Thank you for joining the challenge this week, Sascha.
Thank you, Sue! I hope to be an active participant. I appreciate your hosting this challenge! 🙂
Wonderful, Sascha 🙂 Is your profile pic Scout?
Yes, he’s not always thrilled when I start taking pics. 🙂
He has a great face 🙂
Yes, he does. He’s a love.
He looks it 🙂
What a beautiful web you have woven
Thank you, Deb! 🙂
Simple and tragic. Nicely done.
Thank you, Iain! I appreciate your commenting! 🙂
I hope he comes back to her.
Thanks, James! I hope so too. 🙂 Maybe the sun flare will prove fortuitous.