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Remembering Sunday
by Donna L Martin
Just when Joe prayed it wouldn't come again, there is was. Another Sunday to get through. His friends thought he was crazy to come here but they couldn't understand the pain. Couldn't understand the emptiness every time he touched the cold sheets where she used to sleep. He kept returning to the place they spent their Sundays so he could be close to her. If he closed his eyes he could imagine her beside him, curling their toes in the warm sand as they raced to the tree at the other end of the beach.
Today all he could see was one set of tracks in the sand. For some reason she wouldn't come to him when he closed his eyes. Maybe he WAS crazy like everyone said. Squinting against the morning sun, Joe stared at the tree for a long moment. It couldn't be. Maybe his eyes were tricking him. They told him she was dead. Boating accident they had said. But there she stood by their tree. Just like that last Sunday he remembered.
Heart thudding, Joe raced toward the tree and her...
***Okay, it's your turn! What happens next? Is Joe crazy? Did his friends lie to him? Was his love still alive? Put your creative cap on and add a sentence or add a paragraph. Continue my story or start one of your own. Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***
