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.
Honie Briggs 
Sucked me right in! I thought I was reading a slice of your life, in just 100 words. And reminds me that I so miss participating!
Good slice of life story. Welcome back, Stephanie!
Thanks!
You’re welcome.
You conjured up the sense of futile loss expertly. I don’t, on the whole, regret things, but you reminded me of what it’s like when you do. Well done.
It is the missing of a thing that gives it value. The idea of what might have been is more desired than what we know would have actually been. We’re we undeserving of something good or not so good? We may never know. Thanks for your comment. 😊
Lots of angst here, and no apparent reason. So glad you rejoined the group. You’re a good writer 🙂
Reminded me of the Eagles’ song – Bittersweet memory beautifully recounted.
Yes, Dora! That’s the song. So glad you picked up on it. Thanks.
A melancholy memory of a life of regret. Well written, and lovely to see you back 🙂
Thank you, Iain.
Beautifully observed and written
Thanks. I was uncertain about writing it in first person.
Dear StepHonie,
It makes my day to see you back in the Ff queue. I love the new picture. Such a tragic story. The emotions go deep. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
All thanks to you, Dearest Rochelle, for shouting, “Get on the bus!” Your prompt plucked a sad memory from the bottom of the pile.
Long time since last… this was such a wonderful story of separation, the sounds from the kitchen really enhanced the atmosphere
It has been too long since a creative spark flickered here. Thanks for stopping by.