The old deck had turned grey, polished by weather, sun and wind, but Sven recoiled as it still stung his feet letting off splinters.
Coming back he understood they had left… leaving him stranded.
He remembered their sunset evenings as he sat down tracing the patterns in the planks.
For Sven nothing had changed.
He still loved Ellie… but she had left, taking Sam with her.
He closed his eyes and letting the sun burn through his eyelids he saw the shadows of Ellie and her sister.
They had been laughing.
Undecided then, he had loved and lost them both.
This picture I remember writing to, and I decided to do a slight rewrite of my old story.
Rochelle keeps us going with Friday Fictioners , always challenging us with new pictures (or old ones as in this case)
December 19, 2018