There’s nothing I like better than enjoying this beautiful view with my special love. I can hardly believe it’s been a month now. Luckily, we have no need to leave yet. We traveled around the world on our small ship. We took our time and visited loved ones we’d lost contact with. At every stop we picked up a wind chime to add to our collection. The melody they provide reminds of those we love.
I know this will be our last time visiting our special home away from home. As I watch the waves, I can taste the salt on my face. I wonder if it is from the ocean breeze or my own tears. The gulls crying out, mask the sounds of my weeping. I cherish every moment we have here. As long as I can hold his hand, listen to the chimes, and enjoy the view, I can avoid the reality that awaits.
Written for Roger’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner weekly prompt.