Never to be Parted

Flash Fiction – is a type of story characterised by being particularly short, usually consisting of only a few hundred words. This is my first attempt. I hope you like it. 

I wanted to go in, I really did. I wanted to go in and tell her everything would be okay. That things would get better. I really did, but I couldn’t move. My feet as though welded to the floor. Stuck like glue. I couldn’t move. I just couldn’t.

In that moment I was basking in a beautiful summer’s day. A cloudless sky. We were children picking daisy chains, delicate yellow and white flowers destined to be joined together as one.

I remember, we promised each other we would always be friends. No matter what. No matter what life threw at us we would always be there for one another. But words are so cheap, aren’t they? Meant, but life has a formidable way of getting in the way. I left home, went to work abroad. Travelled the world. No family left now.

We’d meant to keep in touch. The long and short of it; we didn’t. Not until I contacted her on socials. We met up, carried on where we left off. How could we have stayed so far apart for so long. Beaming faces smiling from old photographs. Some 60 years old.

At last, I reached for her hand. Her family all around her. Tears of sadness poured from the heart. I wanted to hold them. To tell then it would be okay. But I wasn’t there for them my beautiful friend, I was there for you.

She would be with me again soon enough. She smiled. I smiled back. I knew she could see me, though I wasn’t really there. A silent shadow of long ago. Holding a beautifully crafted daisy chain.

I told her we would never be parted. And I meant it.