Table For Two

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 –   Dale Rogerson

We were young once.

I can’t really remember how it felt, but it must have been better than how all these years on my shoulders feel. The face in the mirror avoids me and I am trying to decide if I am bothered by what I see.

It sneaked upon me yesterday…the realization I stopped crying. I am afraid our memories will start to slip away and you will disappear from the seat across from me. The table for two that usually seemed too small threatens to devour me.

And still…in my dreams we are always together.


37 thoughts on “Table For Two

  1. bearmkwa says:

    ❤ I totally get that one! Been thinking alot about it since hubby was so sick last week, really scary. Always the fear that he could be gone -Snap- in a flash. then, where would I be??? Great story.

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  2. Dear Loré,

    How wonderful to see you here! Stunning piece and this line “The table for two that usually seemed too small threatens to devour me.” is gorgeous. Such a profound sense of loss and loneliness.



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  3. A lovely story filled with emotion, Lore’. My husband left us a couple years ago. I didn’t depend on him as I and his caregiver were more the ones he depended on at the last. He was 86 and had broken his hip several years before. He didn’t want an operation. We do miss him though. Welcome back. —- Suzanne

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