written for competition asking for stories of less than 120 words
~ taken from the theme of a poem I’d written
how it once was
“Hello Simon – here’s your tea. Have you written anything today – can I see?”
She gently took the book from his hands.
“Shuffling across the hillside, cursing softly at the stragglers, he stopped to catch his breath, and looked down towards the farm. She’d be there – busy, happy, making supper for the family.
He thought of how it once was between them – the kisses, the laughter, and the love.
He moved on, cursing the stragglers – and the memories”.
“Simon, that’s beautiful – but so sad. They are all so sad”.
As she walked away from him she began to cry
remembering how it once was between them.