The beach showed evidence of footsteps, but for that bright shining early morning hour, Sylvia could almost believe she was the only person to walk this shore in ages.
Last night was a revelation. So much misdirected love/lust. Did no one love anyone anymore? Her cheeks burned at her family’s behavior.
She sank onto the beige sand, felt the cool granules seep through her splayed fingers. A sharp broken shell cut her finger. She watched red pool in droplets, mesmerized, because it echoed the jagged edges of her heart when Joseph, her heart-of-hearts said, “Sylvia? My god man, never her.”
10 thoughts on “Rejection #amwriting”
I could feel the solitude. Nice one.
Better she finds out now than later. A picture of lovelorn angst well-painted, Sascha
Love expectations are frequently smashed by a hammer blow, communication failed.
Very sad. Her heart bled. Hopefully, her walk along the beach is the beginning of her heart healing. Nicely written!
I’m guessing it was something she overheard. Poor girl. Hope she finds another heart of hearts who returns the feelings. Nicely done.
Thank you so much, Rochelle! 🙂
It was never meant to be. In time her heart will heal.
Yes! 🙂 Thanks so much for reading, Keith!
Oh the poor thing! Such a harsh way to find out that she is not desired as she does another. Lovely write, Sascha.
Many thanks, Dale! 🙂