Unofficial Flash Fiction Friday!
You know the rules, 100 words --no more, no less--to tell a down-n-dirty quickie from a photo prompt:
I didn't 'officially' sign up this week, but after you enjoy mine, please follow the link to see what my more organized writing buddies did with the same image.
opened his eyes, already hurting.
Pulling the photo album from the nightstand shelf, he began the day as he always did. His heart ached no less today than it had exactly eleven years ago, when he’d buried Carlotta-- his heart, his lover, his wife and his Broadway show partner.
He smiled resolutely, wiping a tear from a sepia-toned publicity still from their first job together, Hold Me, an off-Broadway flop. He’d held her- throughout rehearsals, and every day after the awful, wonderful night the show was abruptly canceled.
“I’ll never stop loving you,” he whispered. “Today, we'll meet again.”