Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in 200 words or less.
He stared at the statue, forgetting all else around. Ran a finger down hair the color of sunshine; touched the velvet necklace around her neck. The necklace he had given her at their engagement.
That was in the past. When he had won the battle, he had lost the world. Thrust back into his world, there was nothing left but these small ceramic statues scattered on his carpet.
What he wouldn’t have given to return. In the fantasy books, the hero always got the girl, got to remain in his adopted world.
Turning, he picked up his son.
The toddler wrapped arms around his neck. “Lv Da.”
He lifted his eyes to those of his sunshine beauty. She returned his smile.
“I love you, too, munchkin.”
His wife gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Have a safe day at work.”
“I will,” he promised, handing over their son; the boy immediately wrapped his arms about his mother’s neck and fell asleep.
“Come home safe,” they said together.
He hadn’t gotten to choose, but she had.