“You’ve changed, you say” Leyla put her hands on her hips, raised her left eyebrow staring at Julian.
“Yes… I’ve come to ask forgiveness… I acted wrong,” he couldn’t meet her flint-hard eyes.
“Forgiveness… after what you did?… Time might flow like river-water, but beside a waterfall it still looks much the same.”
“But… my life is desert… just say yes.”
“Then may you die of thirst! — I’ll never forgive you!”
“But… I’ll do anything… don’t you remember… how it was… before I mean”.
“… before you raped me.”.
Julian left — silently.
Leyla’s heart stopped racing, he had changed.
I couldn’t think of anything else than time flowing when I saw the beautiful picture, but sometimes time cannot heal. This time I thought I write it mostly in dialogue.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful way to improve your writing. Six years for and still going on… thank you Rochelle for keeping it up.
November 21, 2018