A Picture from Last December

A 100-word story

A worn photograph found in the pocket of his jeans sparks a barrage of memories: a night under the stars, a sunset on the water, a walk through the park, and many mornings spent in coffee shops. He raises his hand up to his nose, hoping to smell her lingering perfume. Fresh tears well in his emerald eyes as he remembers her soft lips brushing tenderly against his while they talked by the glass lake. It reflected the universe almost as well as her eyes did. Grief catches in his throat. He desperately wants to forget that night in Brooklyn.

Reviews

[Zoya]

Short but speaks volumes. It kinda had a magical touch to it...very beautifully penned!