The Connection

Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

I don’t know if this has ever happened in one of my FF fictions before, but the line that tied the story to the picture was edited out because I was over the word count and the words I needed to make the story were more important than talking about a window where you could see the roofs of neighboring houses. πŸ™‚ Editing is everything!

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

The Connection

β€œIt sounds daft, but you make me believe in fairytales,” he says. β€œCrikey. I’ll meet you at the station.”

He doesn’t show.

She checks into her room. β€œWhere are you?” she whispers.

New Year’s Day the sun barely clears the horizon.

Desolate, thinking the worst of him, she wanders to the pub and into a vigil, his picture on a podium.

β€œHe saved a young mother and child…”

β€œThe moment we talked I felt we had a connection. Is that crazy?” he’d asked.

Dazed, she focuses on his eternally smiling face. She never told him: β€œI know, I felt it too.”

 

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  1. Lovely story, Sascha, despite its sadness. The intuitive connection makes me wonder how their love will play out in the rest of her life, now that he’s sacrificed his life to save the mother and child. Will it be good, or will she be thwarted by having lost the love of her life without even telling him?

    • That’s an interesting thought. I imagine there will always be comparisons, but then will she have created a fantasy that never existed and would be hard to compete with? Thanks, Penny. Food for thought.

  2. How painful is it to lose someone like this. More so when they leave without even knowing how you feel for them. A beautiful story πŸ™‚

  3. Yikes, intense stuff, Sascha.
    As noted above (or below?) you packed a whole lot into this.
    But I love the old boy meets girl, boy gets splattered across half the town, girl is upset, truth comes out, type of tale.
    It works for me!

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