Good Wed… oh dear… it’s past midnight! So, good Thursday, my friends. Today’s Friday Fictioneers had me stumped somewhat. Well, I knew where I wanted to go but the words eluded me. Nothing like taking a step back and letting it swirl around, hoping to make it somewhat coherent…
Thank you, always, to Rochelle for keeping us wanting to come back week after week. And this week, thank you to Sandra Crook for this wonderful photo.
Do join in by clicking on the blue frog below and adding your own interpretation. It’s fun!
He stood there, stunned, chunks of his heart strewn about like shells tossed back from the ocean.
He bent down, determined to pick up the pieces, when a wave of anger overtook him. He balled up his fist, prepared to slam it down and destroy what was left.
He felt two hands wrap themselves around his fist, stopping further destruction. Surprised, he looked up and found her there. Her intense gaze kept him prisoner as did her hands.
“Kintsukuroi,” she said.
“It’s not over. What seems permanently broken, is not. Let me be the gold that makes you shine.
I don’t usually on these posts, but Hey Rosetta has a lovely song that just fit…