Esmeralda watched the ground fall away as the plane took off;
the land she had fall in love with grow smaller and smaller, a part of her soul
remaining with it, never to leave.
She wondered again why she was leaving, and the sensible
voice came back as fast as a whip to say, “because your visa has run out’. Yes,
she knew that, but she could have found a way to stay, a way to extend her
visa, turn it into a secondment or sponsorship – my god, even the friend who
drove her to the airport had suggested their boss hadn’t found a replacement for
her yet, her old job was still open.
So why was she going, why was she leaving the one place
where she had felt complete for the first time in her life?
And the answer came to her in the form of his face in her
mind’s eye; he wasn’t ready for her yet, he was too young, and she couldn’t
bear trying to hang on to something that wasn’t meant to be.
It feels bad when you know that it will never work out. Nice story.
ReplyDeleteThis is an interesting take on the prompt. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteIt's what spoke to me when I saw the picture. Thanks for reading.
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