Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Now that it was time, she couldn’t get herself to do it.
The ice around her heart mirrored the slick coating on the deck, the driveway, the car. The accumulation of cold thinned. Her resolve cracked.
It dripped and melted into tears where the memories took hold. Where the sweet moments were as real as the many that weren’t.
Perhaps she should just wait longer. Hope for spring. Pray for summer’s warmth. Forget the frozen tundra that their relationships had become. The hurt. The broken bones.
The more she was nearing her destination, the more she was slip slidin’ away.
Bonus track of the song that played in my head as soon as I saw the photo: