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 Β© 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 he’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.

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


Poetry & writing 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. How tragic – first that he left her and second that she lets his memory stop her from finding a new man to draw hearts on her window.

  2. 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

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