I like to walk by the river at dawn – it helps me reflect, to see things more clearly.
“We were only drifting along, you and I,” he’d said, “not really going anywhere.”
That wasn’t the way I’d seen it; I thought we had a future together. He was everything to me.
I didn’t watch him go, just let him drift away.
Besides, I had to bury the knife and freshen up a tad; I hate messy endings.
I like to walk by the river. I see things more clearly.
To be honest, now I’m wondering whether he really was my type.
I’m posting a re-tread today, from four years ago, so it will probably be new to most of you. This is one of my favourites – it’s a ‘voice’ I find so easy to drop into. And one which makes my husband nervous. 🙂 We’re in beautiful Dorset and off out early, so apologies for not having the time to create something new. Thanks once again to Rochelle, who still finds time to orchestrate the Friday Fictioneers, despite a very busy schedule.