“Why would you want to walk on the beach when it’s a challenge for you to even walk on the pavement,” she’d said sharply this morning.
He’d bitten his lip, turning to gaze out to sea.
As ever, in hearing “I want” she’d missed the nuance of what he wished for and what he intended.
Or had she?
This evening, after supper, he’d slipped quietly away and meandered unsteadily towards the beach.
It had been worth the effort, if only to watch these lights bobbing on the water.
And now, he wondered, was it really worth the effort to go back?
Thanks to Rochelle, for her continued leadership of Friday Fictioneers. This post is a first for me, the first created with the WordPress Block Editor. If the Classic is to be discontinued in December this year, I thought I needed to start getting my brain into gear. And now I’m seriously tee’d off with WordPress. More than I ever thought possible, because as sure as eggs are eggs, I won’t have the faintest notion how the hell I did this by this time next week. Grrr… 😦