Returning to the place, where she had been abandoned, was supposed to bring her closure of some kind, but instead it brought her only an empty feeling of nothingness. The bare steps of the large church where cold, bare and a stark contrast to her childhood, adopted by the kindest people she ever met, or could imagine. There was no trace of her, the one, who had given life, but nothing else, no sign of love, no care, no connection. Glancing back at the two people, waiting at a short distance for her, to find her own way, she was glad, she had been left behind.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
This post was inspired by the Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt “Abandon”
My heart took flight, the first time I saw his gentle eyes, glaring back at me, not sure what to make of me.
Should I be trusted, was I worth his attention, or was I like all of the others, who left him behind, heart-broken, and alone?
How could I make him understand, that I was different, that I cared so deeply, the pain of empathy and love leaving me breathless and paralyzed?
I would cherish all he was, with every breath we would both share – always.
I reached out, caressing his soft brown fur, as he began to relax.
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