Word Count: 98
The Last Dance
An atypical gesture: tulips, not roses. But they were her favorite flowers. Delight in the pretty pink buds reassured him.
Enjoying the gala honoring recruits shipping out tomorrow, he held her especially close during the last dance, savoring the moment.
Promises were made. It was a sad but hopeful farewell.
Three years gone by and two limbs shy, he watches unseen as she corrals a toddler, juggles an infant, and wrangles groceries into the beat-up Olds.
Grieving unkept vows as she drives away, tears flow down his cheeks, landing in his empty lap.
He mourns their last dance.
1 thought on “The Last Dance”
So compact but you really feel the pain. Lovely Jill Sara