Sue’s Rules, while on vacation:
Reminder… week 2
Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt. As I am traveling, I have posted four photographs to cover TWO weeks of prompts. The two prompt words are ‘small’ and ‘choices’.
Take your pick.
Each week, choose one of the images below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon(GMT) Wednesday 19th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.
**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **
All posts that were not featured in the partial round-up published this morning will be listed in the round-up on Thursday, June 20th, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Please note that as I will be traveling, the round-up post will go out later than usual that day.
In the meantime, I will reblog as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as time and internet access allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in, but please be aware that comments may be delayed or minimal on days when I am traveling.
Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.
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Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.
Hard Choices #2
This is a continuation of last weeks story “Hard Choices.”
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
Rob looked at the time. It was later than he had thought it was. Even though the time with Linda hadn’t taken as long as usual, he had been late for one thing. Getting the ring took more time than he expected. But then she had turned him down flat when he proposed. He wasn’t in any hurry to head to the meeting place with his wife, Sandy.
He was still dumbfounded. He was positive that Linda wanted him to ask her to marry him. She had made enough hints that he thought he had read her right. When she said no to marrying him he was both relieved and upset. He was also glad that he didn’t tell his wife that he wanted a divorce yet. He could still go back to her and try to forget Linda.
He had continually told her that he wasn’t leaving his wife for her and she said she understood and didn’t expect him to leave his wife for her anyhow, but he was not convinced she meant it. As their time together grew more intimate and they talked a lot about feelings. he grew to think she was in love with him anyhow.
He didn’t know what to do about this situation. He was in fact, in love with her. He never told her that. As the summer wore down and he knew these meetings would not happen like they were now as the weather was getting cooler and soon would be too cold for meeting outdoors. She had roommates and couldn’t take him to her apartment so they were basically stuck to meeting in the car and that would take some of the romance out of their meetings.
He figured he had better get to the meeting with Sandy at their place. She would be worried by now. He was surprised she hadn’t called. She was always calling and checking up on him and he wondered if she knew something. He drove to the spot on the ocean where they always met. It was where they had met each other.
He parked the car and got out. As he looked down towards the beach he saw a small figure lay some items on the sand and position them and then head out to the water. Sandy’s car was in the parking lot so she was here, He worried about what she was doing. It was too cold for swimming and she couldn’t swim anyhow.
He ran as fast as he could down the rocky path yelling her name. She didn’t stop or turn around. He knew it was her.
She was far enough out and was floundering in the surf. The waves were going over her head. She struggled for a while and then stopped fighting.
Rob reached the water and dove in. He grabbed her body and pulled her head out of the water, but she was limp. He pulled her out of the water and laid her on the sand, calling her name and trying to revive her. She wasn’t responding. He went for his phone, but the soaking it got had stopped it from working. He saw the pile of her stuff and her phone was laying on top of her jacket along with an envelope and the receipt for the diamond engagement ring he had just bought for Linda. Oh God, he had wondered where that had gone.
Dialing 9-1-1, he rapidly told the operator he needed an ambulance as his wife had been in the water and wasn’t breathing.
Waiting for the ambulance, and the police he knew they would send along, he thought about how stupid he had been. He must have dropped the receipt when he had stopped at the house on his way to meet Linda.
Here he was thinking how great it was that he hadn’t asked Sandy for a divorce, but his luck was against him. He had dropped the receipt and he thought she was suspicious anyhow so that was the icing on the cake for her.
This was all his fault. She was dead. Not only had he lost Linda, but he lost his wife as well and if he was lucky they wouldn’t think he had done this.
He saw the envelope addressed to him. He tore it open as the ambulance sirens sounded in the distance.
I have known about Linda for quite some time. She is my best friend’s sister and she talked about her and her relationship with a married man. Each time she talked it made it more clear who the man was. She didn’t know I was the wife though. When I saw the receipt for the ring, I couldn’t go on. I hope you two will be happy together.
I still loved you despite the hurt you caused me.
“What happened here,” the policemen asked.
Rob recited the whole sordid story. They loaded Sandy into the ambulance after failing to revive her.
“Sir, you will have to come with us for further questioning in this suspicious death. I know it appears that she killed herself, but we have to be sure. We also need to contact this Linda.”
Rob wished he were dead as well.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com