Content warning: mentions death
She watched the tulip fall and heard the soft thud when it landed on the coffin at the bottom of the grave.
Alone at the grave, she had no more tears to cry. Those have disappeared days ago, and left only irritation.
They had so many plans. To travel. Buy a house. Plans for when they retired.
Every conversation they had, their eyes lit up when making plans for ‘one day’.
Now that day would never come.
What about their plans?
A low groan boiled from deep inside, threatening to escape as a scream. She suppressed it. Cursed him for leaving her. Chastised herself for always putting things off for ‘one day’. They were always working.
And making plans.
The shaking of her shoulders was as unexpected as the sob echoing in his grave.
She fell to her knees, tears landing on his coffin and in that moment she knew: I have to live our dreams.
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Wicked Wednesday stops at the end of the year. Currently, there’s a challenge to complete 25 prompts by 31 December. Following the clever example of others, here you see the prompts I have already completed. My goal is to write for every one of the Wicked Wednesday Bingo Prompts. Join in!
This story answers to the prompt: scary stuff
My stories for the prompts are:
- Harmony In Flowers (language of flowers)
- Listening To Her Inner Voice (intimacy and self esteem)
- Annual Meeting On Summer Solstice (summer solstice)
- The Healing Power Of A Penis Masturbator (phases of life)
- To Love Is A Choice (to love is a choice)
- The story above (scary stuff)