Just a Point Along a Line

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“The sunshine defined us then,” Reg remembered, “But it’s not funeral weather, somehow.”
His shadow cast a twisted figure on the wall. Fleetingly he glimpsed the bullish version of his former self.
He pressed both gnarled hands on his cane, suddenly needing support.
“Well you’re at peace now, Maria.”
His bowed head shrouded tears falling and instantly evaporating on the cobbles.
“Nothing in the grand scheme of things, just a point along an everlasting line, but we were everything then.”
“Are you alright senhor?” A young woman had appeared beside him.
He smiled, “Thank-you, I will be in a minute.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.