Always

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Grace’s gaze took in the bench, the fence, the bridge, the water. The only thing she really saw, though, was the bench. Their own special “love seat.”

Jude had sprayed it quickly one day, laying claim to this particular bench. Today, she didn’t sit down. It was too wet from the rain.

“Ours forever,” Jude had said. He held her close. “I’ll always love you.”

Two weeks later, he died in that horrific accident. She didn’t. She wished she had.

Her body healed, but not her heart. Never her heart.