So this week's picture.
Remembrance
The water was tranquil.
Alison trailed her fingers in it, and waited.
Exactly on time he approached it and slipped in with hardly
a ripple.
Her heart beat faster as stroke by stroke the distance
between them decreased. He stood up and
let the water stream off him.
Her pain and worry drained away, as he grinned, reached for
her and spoke softly.
"Ma Belle, are you ready?"
Alison stretched up and touched…
Nothing.
Seventy-five years from his death and she would never forget
how Jacques loved the water.
Which is why it was ironic it was water that killed him.
War was hell.
Catch the other #FFF posts,
same picture, different words,
Happy Reading,
Love R x