Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week Al has selected one of my photos as the prompt. It shows a statue in Glasgow’s Buchanan Street Bus Station, almost invariably my point of arrival in my home city when I visit Scotland.
My story below is a variation on one which appears in Medville Matters, my recently published book of flash fiction, still selling like tepid scones. I consider it cheating to do this, but could not shake the connection from my mind, sorry.
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The Last Goodbye
I know I have to do it, but I really do not want to go.
And I do not want to tell her I am leaving, this time for good.
I think of that first night, that first kiss under a lamppost.
Even then neither of us was young, and yet it has been the longest relationship in either of our lives.
Love at first sight?
Probably close enough, although we both laugh at the notion.
It has not always been smooth, but we survived everything, and stayed together.
And now I am going to hurt her.
I am going to say goodbye.
I see in her eyes that she already knows.
The tears are already forming.
I wonder if she will ask me to stay, make it even harder.
But she does not.
Instead she kisses me again, although this time there is no lamppost.
Wait for me there, my love, she says, pointing out across the Mediterranean.
The mermaids will take care of your soul until I join you.