An escape from the outside world, a realm of serenity beckoned him. Each time he visited it to calm his inner storms, the color of nature painted his soul. A cadence of flowing water gave him new hope. He immersed his angst in the water, shared his fears with the branches that tossed them away into the air.
Dora’s face smiled from the water that cascaded downhill. A soft hand touched his shoulders. An angelic voice spoke syllables that he yearned to listen.
“I don’t want to see you here, Ron. Go home.”
“I didn’t come to meet you. This is my haven of peace.”
“But you disturb my peace. Go away. Let me rest,” her smile vanished as Dora spoke with a smoky voice.
Crestfallen, Ron walked home to face his demons alone. Moments of life grew blurry. All love crumbled as he looked at the changing colors of Dora’s picture in his living room.
My first attempt at flash fiction. Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Span
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