So many ways this photo could go….dreams gone wrong, investments badly made, “Acts of God” damage, post-apocalyptic…the choices go on. For me, it’s a love story. Go figure.
Word count: 99
What Was Lost
Ellen turned away from the abandoned hotel, roiling with anguish. Fifteen years ago, family and friends gathered here to share the joy of their wedding. Losing her husband left her with half a heart, feeling stretched too thin, like a skin of ice on an early winter day.
This visit was a pilgrimage, her stations of the cross of their marriage.
“At least the church is still here.” Her sister held her hand, steering her away from the sight.
Glancing over her shoulder one last time, Ellen said goodbye. Just another shell, housing the memory of what was lost.
© Erin Leary
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