Fifty years ago, he stood with Rosa in this alcove, taking vows that joined them together for life. In youthful ignorance, they imagined a stretch of days as unending as the rolling hills and valleys glimpsed beyond the gray stone walls.
Too soon, it was finished.
Now, only the countryside remains, its beauty eternal.
Like his soul.
Old, sick, he comes today to bid one last farewell to youthful dreams and fleeting mortal existence. He is not sad.
Soon, he’ll see her again, and there will be a stretch of days before them, unending, like the hills and valleys beyond.
Author’s Note: This story was written in response to a prompt to craft a 100 words or less story based on the photo above. Prompts are offered weekly by the Friday Fictioneers, and the link can be found here.
Thank you, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Friday Fictioneers.
Photo Credit: Copyright Jennifer Pendergast.