“It will only last till fall.”
“In all probability,” Tad smiled, “so would I.”
Seth craned his neck toward the canopy, so tears stream into his hair and not onto his cheeks, where Tad may see them.
Gone was the sturdy tarp of their childhood gazebo. Stripped away by time, and the remains plucked off by winter’s hurricane.
“The trees protect it still,” Tad offered gently. “The roof we have no longer hides the sky.”
Until the rain, Seth thought, but nodded. The light was soft. Perhaps the inevitable will be, too.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Lisa Fox
Na'ama Yehuda 
What a tender story of love between brothers. Well done.
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Thank you, Linda! The photo had such gentleness to it, this what it elicited 🙂
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So many interpretations are possible with this exquisite story, Na’ama. Beautiful writing.
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Thank you, my friend. All interpretations are welcome. Love it that you liked it! XOXO!
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Oh yes! 💞xoxo💞
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Yay!
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There is a sadness to this, as if their future was at risk.
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Indeed, at least for the duo there might be, for Tad may not be around much longer, it seems.
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A lovely last couple of lines!
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Glad you liked! Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Keeping his thoughts to himself for the sake of his soulmate. A tender tale indeed.
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We often try to protect our loved ones. I think that Tad (who may be Seth’s soulmate, or his brother, or a childhood friend), is also trying to reassure Seth he’ll be okay. Both are trying to be tender with each other. I liked that.
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i suppose it’s true. nothing lasts forever, so enjoy it while you can.
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That is certainly true, too!
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Such a poignant story
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Thank you! The photo was so evocative, that it ‘took me’ right to that story.
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You’re most welcome. 🙏🏼
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A sensitive and poignant story of an approaching loss for the two of them. Hopefully, their time that is left will be gentle. Beautiful writing, Na’ama.
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Thank you, Brenda! Amen to gentle times and here’s to loving each other.
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A lovely story, with a lot of sadness running through it.
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Thank you, Sandra. Yes, sadness and loss and love and understanding. Great comment!
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Such a touching story. Many ways to interpret the relationship, but not the inevitable finality of it. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hi Rochelle, yes, I didn’t realize there were so many ways to interpret the relationship, for the one I intended was clear in my mind. And yet, the truth is that the love is the thread that runs through it, love in every way that it can be between two human beings, seeing each other, knowing it, and knowing loss besides.
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I understand. This has been a year for loss. One of four was someone I quite close to. We knew it was coming but it was still a shock when he passed. It’s not easy to distill those thoughts and feelings down to 100 words, is it?
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Indeed a year of loss, ongoing. I’m sorry for the loss you have encountered. It’s all too real for all too many of us, whether we are prepared or not, expect or not, understand or not. Feelings can be without words, but words help. Sometimes more words are needed. Sometimes few are enough. Often the issue is the listening to the words, more than the saying of them. For in gentleness there is both the saying and the being heard, the knowing and the being seen.
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What a lovely, tender tale of loss and acceptance. The love between them is strong, not many words needed.
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Thank you! I am so glad this was communicated – my intention exactly!
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