I read the letter begging for crumbs that he still loved me and that he would be coming back. I searched frantically throughout the letter looking for a crumb. Just one lousy crumb. That’s all I needed.
There was none. It was a dear Jane letter. Sorry, but it’s over and what we had together we have no more. Cut and dried and hurt me real deep. I threw the letter onto the bed and grabbed my cape to cover me from the autumn chill. It was time now.
The tower bridge seemed the perfect place to execute my plan. Seemed the weather was apropos with how I felt. Dreary rainy weather. I did everything I could to make him love me. Where did I fail?
The bridge was uninhabited and I was there alone. I took off my cape and folded it and laid it on the bridge. I stepped up onto the edge and performed my best swan dive. Too bad no one was around to see it.
Alistair Forbes kindly hosts Sunday Photo Fiction and has provided us with our prompt photo and approximately 200 words from which I based my story on. Click on this link to find out more about the challenge and to find the link to either add your story or to read the others fabulous stories. SPF