Wind blew through the trees, blowing the snow up from the ground, gusting around Guy’s face. He pulled his collar up further.
Across the park he watched Madeline, her bright green umbrella luminous against the white background. Their daughter, Francis, gleefully skipped around her.
‘She’s moved on, married someone else, she’s happy. Leave them be.’
But he couldn’t. He hadn’t survived that hell to come back and find he had lost everything after all.
He inhaled a deep breath of cold air and stepped forward.
Snow swirled round the limping figure as he crossed the space between them.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
The photo could only remind me of the wonderful film ‘Umbrellas of Cherbourg,‘ so I couldn’t resist a rewriting of that film’s ending.