Photo prompt courtesy of Bluebell Books short story slam. I can't find the original slam post and linky on Bluebell Books blog, probably due to the recent outage. If it returns, I'll link up. In the meantime, the home page is here . And the flash I wrote before everything crashed follows.
I know I shouldn't feel like a criminal, but I do. Skulking about the perimeter, aiming my lens, trying to capture your face and hoping that you won't see me. If you do, I know what will happen; your face will light up, and then crumple as I hurry away. Your special day will lie crushed underfoot, and I love you far too much for that to happen. But I could not stay away. I want to see you take to the air, imagine your breathless anticipation, the sinking of your stomach and the awe written in your eyes as the ground falls away. Your hand will reach for his, and he will clasp it, warm and comforting, just as he used to hold mine.
I used to dream that we would all be able to ride in a hot air balloon. Together. As a family. But today is your day, and his. Not mine. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are mine.
And today is Saturday.