Here is my contribution to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. (200 words or less)
“Are you sure? It’s not too late. They left us a flare gun, I can get them to turn back.” Ronald turned to his wife of forty-five years and kissed her on the cheek. “I understand if you’ve changed your mind.”
Anna shook her head. “No, this is the best way. There is no one at home who cares and I want to be with you no matter what happens.”
They put their arms around each other and watched the last boat sail away from the island. When it was out of sight, they stood and strolled back to their little grass hut. This was where they had spent their honeymoon and this was where they would spend their last days. Together…
The earthquake and following tsunami removed all trace of life on the tiny atoll while the rest of the world dealt with their own calamities.
Thank you.
Darkly beautiful
Thank you…
There are very few people who get to choose just how they go…
Hope that pair have an atoll in the ever after where it is always calm and sunny.
I agree!
Darkly but romantic. A winner
Thanks, Graham.
How romantic and sad. To choose to stay where they honemooned and leave this life together.
It’s how I would want to go…
That is not me.