We always promised that we’d stay in touch.
But you moved South and I stayed put; I met Patricia and I hid my memories from her jealousy.
She nagged me about all the girls I had before, but I kept mum about you.
To prove commitment we got married; she had Brian who might have been my son.
Our parting stretched over twenty years and ended only with Brian overdosing.
Now Pat has left with our plumber Bill and finally, I’m free.
Free to spread my wings and leave.
Go south, to meet.
Keeping my promise to stay in touch.
This picture made me think of the connections of the phone, and the wings of the bird. Maybe there are those moments when you truly can start again. I don’t know what will happen, I leave it to you to ponder.
Friday fictioneers is a weekly event among bloggers where we write 100-word stories to the same picture selected carefully by Rochelle, who always gives us the most amazing stories. Head over to her blog and read, or fly with the frog to other stories.