Where He Might Find Her
He always knew where he might find her, but always left her alone to enjoy the restorative peace and quiet of her favorite spot.
“Nobody there bothers me with their jabbering,” she’d quip.
But one day he went to the bench; one day he sat among the stones; one day he jabbered away, lamented aloud that she had been the first to go. But as the sun rose higher he fell silent. He felt soothed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. And that day, and for the rest of his days, he came to enjoy the peace and quiet of her favorite spot.
This 101 word story is in response to the above photo provided by Crispina Kemp and her weekly Creative Challenge. She’ll tell you— it’s open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN!