The newlyweds stood before the granite stares of the village elders.
“Our only crime is sorrow for what never was and what never could have been,” one said, and the other echoed. “So we sought joy where we could find it. A flash of light in this well-bottom darkness. If that is what condemns us, so be it. We’ll leap, if the judges deem it necessary, happily, as long as we can do it together.”
The murmur from the crowd rose, drowning out the crashing of the waves below. Turned to cries. Their stone hearts softening, too late.
Too late.
Prompt courtesy of Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto. Inspiration courtesy of Townes Van Zandt.
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As intriguing as always, Craig… and I wonder how many people can relate to that feeling at the moment too.
Thanks Sue! A glimmer of hope can be a powerful thing, I suppose. Great photo as always.
We need it at the moment…