“Just go, I can’t take this anymore.”
“Surely you don’t mean that,” Brian responded, as he held her close.
“Yes, go,”
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.
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Written in response to the 100 word picture prompt hosted by Rochelle https://rochellewisoff.com/
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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Oh Stella. Big mistake. She shouldn’t shut herself off from love – no good ever comes of that.
I agree. She is in for a miserable lonely life. So far she is making it. I find it interesting that she keeps the rose. Why doesn’t she toss it? Hum.
He’s persistent
I’m still thinking when she gets a bad case of flu, she might suggest that he come give her some chicken noodle soup. 😀 I’m hoping.
Stella!!!! C’mon, give poor Brian a chance. Maybe it’s time?
I think she will acknowledge that she needs him before the 20th rose arrives. I hope so. Brian is waiting. No date has yet matched his Stella. I think persistence will pay off.
Wow. That is a long time to be so sad.
A long time to not give nor receive love; I believe she must have had some comfort by knowing Brian was waiting. Stella’s life is not healthy.
What a very sad decision. Now she will simply exist instead of living. Poor Brian. I hope she will eventually come around and ask him to go back to her.