The old deck had been polished by weather and wind. Sven recalled when it was still giving off splinters, but now he let the planks kiss memories of happier times on his blistered soles.
Coming back he understood that they had all moved away leaving him in lingering limbo.
For Sven nothing had changed. He still loved Ellie, but she had left, taking little Sam with her.
He sat down on the deck and closed his eyes.
As the sun burned his eyelids he saw the image of Ellie and her sister. Undecided he had loved and lost them both.
Wednesday it’s the time when Rochelle the celebrated Curator for the blogging community Friday Fictioneers release a new picture for us do our best creating a 100 word story or poem about. I try to hit the 100 word limit sharp, but the community is quite tolerant.
December 11, 2013