Honeymoon: Sunday Flash Fiction 03-15-2015

The doctor had just left after giving us the gut wrenching news, Sam had six months left to live. I fought back tears, struggling to inhale air through the huge lump in my throat.

Sam hadn’t been feeling well lately, but neither of us had considered cancer.

Sam took my hand and kissed the back of it. All I could think of was how we always told each other we both wanted to be the first to die because neither of us wanted to live without the other. Our union had lasted through 54 years of marriage, four children, seven grandchildren and now three great-grandchildren. The agony of thinking of living without my life partner and best friend was unbearable. Sam reached for me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Darling, remember how we wanted to go to Niagara Falls for our honeymoon but we couldn’t afford to go at the time? Let’s go home and start packing our bags. We have a honeymoon to finish.”

No longer able to contain my emotions, I started crying and sobbing. Sam hugged me and whispered,

“Be sure and take that sexy nightie.”

“What?! At my age?” I laughed.

Photo Credit: Joe Owens

This story is being submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction, kindly hosted by Joe Owens. Joe gives us the photo prompt to assist us in creating our stories. We are challenged to write a story of 200 words or less and that it relate to the photo in some manner. Everyone is welcome to participate. If you are interested, please click on above link.

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54 thoughts on “Honeymoon: Sunday Flash Fiction 03-15-2015

    • Thank you so much!! No, your avitar isn’t showing. I know that Robyn had me clean my cache when mine wouldn’t show up. Maybe you could try that. Once you clean your cache, trying loading it again.

        • Hey, I spent TWO days trying to get mine to show up (when I changed my photo) and finally Robyn came to my rescue. That’s when she told me that I needed to have my rating at G. Also, the first time I got my avitar photo to show up, Robyn helped me then and told me I needed to clean my cache first. I had spent hours and hours on it before Robyn helped me.

  1. Yes, at her age. I know it’s fiction. So I guess we can imagine the ending. They go. They love some more. A lot more. And they have a wonderful time. And it’s never ending. πŸ™‚ Beautiful.

  2. A story with a hopeful ending πŸ™‚ I do agree with joyroses that as fiction I am able to say I loved it πŸ™‚ Great work PJ πŸ˜€

  3. I couldn’t imagine hearing those news! So heartbreaking but I loved how the husband had a sense of humor at the end to make his wife feel better. So sad but very cute ending πŸ™‚

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