The sun was setting and the whole street was showered in a golden glow. Sitting at the window, Alex was staring outside without seeing the beauty of the scene. His mind was filled with darkness; he felt only resentment when he thought of the accident. He didn’t talk about it though, he never did.
“Honey, you want to go for a walk?”
Alex turned towards his wife. He hated that she was still there, supportive as ever. He didn’t deserve that, she didn’t deserve the mess he was.
“It’s beautiful outside and you could use some fresh air.”
He loved her. Needed her. He wouldn’t leave, but wished she would. Just so he could be left alone. It wasn’t fair, he knew it, but then again, the accident hadn’t been fair.
Nodding, Alex got up and reached for the hand his wife was extending. He felt the warmth of her skin and felt gratitude for her presence despite all the darkness; the sun had set on his world a long time ago.
Word count : 172
Image : Louise, author of The Storyteller’s Abode.
Story writing for the 49th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), a weekly challenge hosted by Priceless Joy to write a ±100-150 word story based on a picture.
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