Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – CEayr
His neighbors were used seeing his hunched figure sitting on a bench, unconsciously caressing a wedding band on his right hand, occasionally dozing off.
Few remembered his late wife, even fewer knew his name. With the same ease they failed to see his sorrow and regret, they failed to notice when his head touched his chest.
The coroner would later find a carefully folded note in the left breast pocket of his white shirt…a faded piece of paper with neatly written words that offered a heartbreak on a repeat.
“I am sorry for quenching your fire with my tears.”