“Just go, I can’t take this anymore.”
“Surely you don’t mean that,” Brian responded, as he held her close.
Sadly, Brian left.
It was June 8th. A date never to be forgotten. Two weeks since their baby was stillborn.
Stella declared she could not stand the trauma again. She would prefer never to have loved than to have loved and lost. She would never love again—not a child, nor a husband.
“I’ll always love you,” Brian promised. “You’ll see that’s true.”
Stella did see, every June 8th, for 17 years, his promise had been shown by a single red rose.
Written in response to the 100 word picture prompt hosted by Rochelle https://rochellewisoff.com/
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson