While the old man watched the sun rise over the city, he heard the old woman stir. He quickly left his sunrise and went to her. She was still sleeping. She was ill. Worse, for days, he had been able to tell she had lost hope.
They had come to this city to find the medicine she needed to survive. He was determined. He had loved her for 50 years. She was too sick to feel much at all.
He walked back to the window. It was a new day. New hope. More determination. He would prevail for his sweetheart.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting #FridayFictioneers and Dale Rogerson for the photo
Ahh, that’s lovely. New day, new determination.
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How lovely that she was still his sweetheart after fifty years. I know how that feels (well, very nearly!) Nicely written, Rosemary.
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This was so sweet! 🙂
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I love this. I can imagine my husband of 49 years as this man.
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Lovely story. Perhaps he will find a way.
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Sweet story. Perhaps he will find a way.
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Truly keeping to his vows made to his sweetheart all those years ago. Lovely story.
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