My contribution to Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge.
The Window
I love living here on the Côte Vermeille – mild winters, fabulous scenery and it’s France with a Catalan flavour.
I’m getting to like her (and hoping she likes me too), so I decide to pay her a surprise visit, just to say hello.
It’s only a 30-minute walk to her house, and the views of the Mediterranean, shimmering in the moonlight, are magical.
I let myself in the side gate, and smile.
She’s listening to the same music when she’s alone as we do when we’re together.
Then I see the car in the driveway.
I recognise it, of course.
It’s not possible, is it?
Trembling, I look through the uncurtained window and know the truth.
It occurs to me that I don’t love living here that much.
I think it’s time to move on.
It is interesting how a lot of times we like a place until there are some negative memories there, and then we don’t like it as much.
💔❤️🩹
Who ever said the truth will set you free was evidently never married…
time to move on – good story
You’ve got me greetin into my tea now.
Beautifully and gently told, with no inkling of the sucker punch to come.
Love how you ‘stroll’ through the story – and to a sad ending…but then maybe not, as you say, time to move on🙌