Eve’s choice was hard. On the surface different:
Promises of yellow sunshine from Jeff, his laughter like pearls on a string.
Robert always passionately red , with taste of sweetest wine.
Or the calmness of Steve, like blue sea he could soothe her in his arms.
But beyond the lure of their façades, they would just be dancing barefoot on meadows, which worked fine in summer sunshine, but come October and she needed a cottage with glowing embers in the hearth.
She turned and left, and stayed with Adam. Her paradise was in their home.
when October comes
Friday Fictioneers this week I decided to write a haibun. To me the picture was all about choices. But beyond the choices there is just emptiness, maybe the best choice is to turn back. This is 100 words including the haiku (which is not 575).
In Friday Fictioneers we write every week on the same picture, all under the strong guidance of Rochelle. Go to here page and read all the wonderful stories.
September 25, 2013