Friday Fictioneers 9-16-2017

PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

She wiped away tears, caught in the echo of the slamming door. When had she lost him? Had she failed him in some very basic way she could never have imagined?

How she hated the sound of their silence. The emptiness behind closed doors.

Heading to the kitchen, she stopped dead in the doorway.  Amid the litter of breakfast, lay a slice of bread, heart cut out of the middle.

Tears sprang back to her eyes, his feelings clearer than any words ever spoken.

 

Quote For The Day 2-22-2016

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?”
Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”