Drawing hearts #FridayFictioneers

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less).


Photo Ā© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Drawing hearts

He would draw a heart on the window when it frosted over in winter. Write my name inside. Watch me smile. I needed nothing else to feel warm, to feel loved.

Then the other job offer came. It was what he had dreamed of. He had to go away. He said heā€™d be back.

Then the other woman came. He texted me it was over.

Today, the window has frosted over again. A fire roars in the grate. Yet I shiver.

Perhaps he still draws hearts. The name and the window have changed; and the smile.


(Ā© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 1st July 2016)

Leo_new_sign1

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

30 thoughts on “Drawing hearts #FridayFictioneers

  1. Very sad. It would seem his love lasted little longer than the frost on the window. He’ll probably be the same with the present woman. He’s a selfish person and I hope she heals and carries on with her life. Good story, Vinay, and well written. —- Suzanne

Leave a Comment

CommentLuv badge

%d bloggers like this: