Love Lost

You may have noticed that I haven’t been at Friday Fictioneers for a bit although it’s one of my favorite places to be. I felt like my writing had dried up. I don’t know whether it’s back or whether circumstances brought this story to me.

As always, I thank Rochelle for bringing us Friday Fictioneers, many thanks.

PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse

Love Lost

I went to the bar, seduced him, despite my former proclamations. Yesterday a part of me died and I needed someone, anyone, and he was always available.

He cooked up his breakfast, none for me, ever, made a mess, left. Dishes in the sink, stains on the stove.

I think of my old dog, the one I set down yesterday, how he followed me everywhere, and loved me with liquid eyes. My heart emptiness after the doc injected him. How I held his paw, felt life ease away.

The wind shears. I bite my lip, hard. Toenails echo on hardwood.

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  1. I’ve been there too many times. Anything to pause the pain and fill that void for a little while. I look at Charlie and wonder how I’ll survive when she goes. She’s the perfect little creature, except for that incessant barking. I don’t think I can do it again.

    • Oh, I definitely hear you. The pain is why it took so long to bring Sophie into our lives. Scout came into my life when I had three other dogs and then he was the only one and may have even enjoyed being the only one, something I can’t change now. The suddenness breeds disbelief and denial and I still expect him to be in his spots or bark. I’d better stop here….Thank you. ๐Ÿ’–

  2. That nails on the hardwood floor thing. yep. Every time I started to put my key in the door. Thinking of you, Sascha. It never gets any easier, except for it being easier to remember the good times.

    • I’ve been making it a point to remember him on every day except that last. With it being so quick, I don’t see him in a lot of bad days, which happened with my other dogs. The suddenness makes it easier to see my happy guy. Thank you, Sandra. ๐Ÿ’–

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