I was nervous for you today, but then I’ve always worried about you. Knowing this, you turn and flash the smile that still makes my heart turn over.
We’re perfectly in tune; words are superfluous between us.
You hold out a hand and I come to your side, laying my cheek against yours whilst the gate attendant glances anxiously around; we’re delaying others boarding.
Your bride still smiles, but something of her radiance has dimmed.
Today is no more the victory she’d anticipated than it is the defeat she’d wished upon me.
And she knows that now.
You’ll always be mine, son.
I was more or less resigned to not taking part in Friday Fictioneers this week; arrived back home on Saturday to find we had no telephone line and hence no broadband. Still can’t believe it’s taken four days to find a damaged cable in BT’s network, but at least they did so, and 36 hours before they promised they would. 🙂 Now to start downloading apps onto my new tab… And to reading your stories of course. Apologies for those I didn’t get round to last week because of travel and internet issues.