Sunday Photo Fiction – Lovers Walk

Every week a photo is added to Sunday Photo Fiction to be used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. I don’t always have time to take part, but this photo reminded me of when I was regressed once so thought I would make a story using the similar thread. If you want to read other stories, then click on the little froggy.

125 10 October 11th 2015

Standing on the side of the mountain, I looked at Jared. I have known him for years, friends since before school, closer after school and lovers beyond that. We were shunned for being gay but that didn’t worry us. We loved each other beyond anything. Or so I thought.

When we stood there, taking in the views, I looked at my lover and he glanced at me before quickly looking away. I felt butterflies and not the good kind. I knew something was about to go seriously wrong.

He licked his lips and opened his mouth to say something before looking away seemingly ashamed. He ran his fingers through his hair and I could feel anger and sadness rising in equal measure inside me. He put his hand in his pocket and took it back out again. I wondered if his new lover was phoning him.

Feeling a tear leave the corner of my eye, I looked over the ledge. Jared turned to me and opened his mouth, taking a breath. I pushed him. I watched him bounce off the rocks then left for home.

The police told me they found my boyfriend’s body with an engagement ring in his pocket.