PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

I wait in the night park, winter in my soul.

Begging you to speak to me again, like you did the night you died.

You said, “I forgive you.”

What is it you forgive? Letting him win you away from me without a word? Following you with cow-eyes whenever you were with him?  Or ripping wire from the park fence and wrapping it around his neck because he drove drunk and too fast, not caring that you were in the car too.

I buried him under summer grass.  And wait for you in my sleepless winter.

Forgive me.  Forgive.