Beneath The Sycamore

9 Mar

Written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction: March 9th 2014

50 03 March 9th 2014

Paul sat beside her in the mottled shade of the sycamore trees, the only sound was the humming of the mosquitos. Water spiders skated across the pond without a care in the world. His brain seemed unable to process what she had just told him. After a few minutes he finally broke the silence..

How long have you known ?

Just a couple of weeks.

Why didn’t you tell me right away ? You didn’t have to go behind my back and have the test done. We are supposed to be a couple.

I just wanted to be sure, didn’t want to worry you for nothing.

Have you told your parents?

No, not yet, I thought we could do that together.

He reaches over and draws her into his arms and she lays her head on his shoulder. Paul takes in a deep breath and forces himself not to cry. He needs to be strong for both of them. Her words  began repeating in his head …

Cancer, too late, dying..

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2 Responses to “Beneath The Sycamore”

  1. misskzebra March 9, 2014 at 1:03 pm #

    Sharing ugly news in a beautiful place.

  2. Al March 9, 2014 at 1:10 pm #

    Yikes. The opposite news of what I thought.

    I agree with Miss K Zebra. A beautiful place to share the awful news.

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