Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
LOVE’S COLD SHOWER
Kelvin M. Knight
The shower curtain became a shroud. Water dripped from his frail fingers. Pain trickled down his emaciated limbs to strangle his joints. Dragging the soap bar over his torso, he winced; his ribs were so prominent his heart beat into his palms.
‘For what?’ he wheezed.
Squinting inside himself, he saw nothing but lost hope. His wife’s wooden cross tugged him down as he strained for the handrail, for the towel, which he draped over himself as her arms refused to, at the end, her end. When she discovered he loved another unconditionally. When her lifelong faith died.
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (18/08/17), and reading each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our stories so please don’t be shy, there is a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.