Copyright – Roger Bultot
She leant on the rail of the great liner, like a bird on a wire preparing to fly south.
Their love had followed the seasons, verdant shoots bursting open-hearted in spring and ripening into voluminous colours of summer passion.
While guiltily hiding their illicit love, cruel autumn crept up and green turned brown.
She chose to stay with what she had. “For the best,” she said, “Doomed compromise.” He thought, “Cold winter’s looming.”
Looking up into the midday sun, he felt the tears slide down his cheeks and fancied he saw others drop from the rail of the top deck.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here