Single rose bud : Sunday Photo Fiction September 20, 2015

122 09 September 20th 2015

Single rose bud

One single pink rose bud was all  he had left behind.

Why was it that the one bud brought back happy memories to Kate, of times spent together?

Every weekend Joe and Kate  spent time in each other’s company. They had to do the meetings all secretive. Joe, a married man and Kate, a lonely single girl.

Early Saturday and Sunday mornings Joe would go jogging. He always took the route near the beach, met Kate on the way and  jog together in silence for a while. When they reached the top of the cliff, overlooking the sea, they would sit and relax for some time. They were in love and enjoyed just being together.

The last meeting was perfect till Joe handed  Kate the  rose bud. “ I’m moving on,”were his last words. Kate missed him so much but life had to go on.

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