This is my response to Rebekah Postupak’s Flash! Friday Challenge for this week.
I have a habit of leaving my wine glass on the balcony railing. You’d always warn me against it – something about the glass falling and breaking on the rough concrete below.
I’d tell you “It’s just glass. There are plenty more in the house.”
“There are only so many. They’re running out. Every glass broken equals one less to make memories with.”
“A smashed glass makes memories just as well, possibly even better than a whole one.”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not.”
You told the truth. I know that now.
Too many broken glasses.
We ran out.
And just like those broken glasses.
I lost you too.
Down, you fell.
Crushed into the concrete.
I realise now.
That you’d tried to tell me.
You weren’t afraid of the glass smashing.
You feared the distance you’d fall.
And without thinking I brought it closer.
For that I’m so, so sorry.
Thank you for reading,