If I could take back anything, it would be that day. Our eyes filled with tears. The waitress pretending not to hear the question. The pit in my stomach as I choked on the reply. Clattering pans in the kitchen drowned out by the sound of two hearts breaking. Now a sickening melody accompanies a vacant stare in the scene that haunts my dreams. We did not know how we’d lost our way or the reason for the choices on the table that day. Decades later, there is still no answer to the question why. I am so very sorry.
The last time I contributed to Friday Fictioneers was in 2017. I am grateful to Rochelle and all of the terrific story tellers in this group. Thanks for reading.