Broken promises – Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective

Miss Hyde

I am sunshine with my bright dress and smile. Soaking the praise in everyone’s eyes, I take my seat in the front row.

Then you walk in with her, and I feel Miss Hyde take over, again!

He replied the mother of his unborn child, “Marry you? Are you serious? Decent men don’t marry girls like you!”

Gliding above the clouds

In your arms,

I saw the break of dawn.

The pink and red

Guilding the horizon.

A herd of deer

In the forest below

Fled As we

Swooped low.

You held me close,

Your arms around

Our baby bump,

As one we touched

The ground.

I open my sleepy eyes

And find you gone,

Again,

My face wet with tears…

She watched in horror as her 80-years-old husband exchanged vows with a 40+ woman.

Tears flowed down her face. She knew he would not wait for long but, at least, he could have let her grave dry.

The rising Sun in the horizon made me ache.

It was such a beautiful day with no one to share.

I wondered if I would have noticed the colours

Had you never happened.

You brought beauty to my life and also the pain.