The Wait


Image Credit: Bikurgurl

Dressed in his favorite shade of blue, hair neatly combed and tied into a bun, with a touch of makeup to highlight her bony cheeks and a pair of her favorite pair of shoes she came and stood at the shore at sharp 10’o’ clock. There was no piece of  jewelry on her except for the bracelet which had their initials engraved.He had presented this exactly 20 years before he sailed in search of better fortunes.

He had promised to return to her, once his quest was complete. She was a firm believer of the saying, Whatever the sea takes with it, it returns back.

This has been her daily ritual, will today be her day?

115 words.

Acknowledgements:-Thank you Bikurgurl for running the challenge and also providing the photo prompt. The challenge is to write in about 100 words based on the photo. For more details please refer here. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

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  1. Ooooooo! I love the imagery created with the details of the woman, her longing as she waits patiently for what the sea will return to her. Lovey as always!! Thank you so much for joining us again this week 🙂

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