“all the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust”
― j.m. barrie
A story in a single image
The cold, hard seat making her uncomfortable, her left leg numb, sensation in her toes gone.
Only two days ago, he’d been with her, they’d had coffee together, buttered toast and marmalade.
He’d left to catch the bus. He wanted his newspaper, needed his daily packet of cancer sticks.
Then, later. the doorbell had rung.
The woman at the door, and the man, in uniform.
It had been quick, they said. He hadn’t felt anything, they said.
And now, she sat alone.
They had been here together, they had stood, knelt and sat together. They had believed.
And now, now she didn’t.
(submitted to Lucile’s Photo 101 Rehab)
*four images were provided with today’s prompt, I elected to choose a similar one of own, shot with nikon d700 and 16-35mm f/4 lens and originally featured on my blog, belgianstreets*
WordPress Writing 101 (November 2015): Day 4