The swan pond, on the edge of my property, was inhabited by the marriage of two beautiful swans, a cob (male) and a pen (female).
My favorite thing to do was to sit on my back porch, relax in the porch swing, and watch these magnificent birds glide on the surface of the pond. They were so contented and peaceful. I was drawn into their lives.
I watched as they raised their swanlings, and I watched these swanlings grow up, leave the nest while a new bevy of swanlings came along. I witnessed the miracle of “swanmanship,” and it was truly remarkable.
No surprise that I chose a swan as my ice sculpture for my wedding anniversary party. After all, swans represent fidelity and loyalty.
Everything was wonderful until the ice sculpture began melting.
I couldn’t find my husband – or my best friend.
This is my submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. It is a fun flash fiction challenge. We are given a prompt photo and approximately 100-175 words with which we use to build our stories. It’s fun and addicting. All are welcome to participate. For more information, click on this link: FFfAW
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