Friday, 21 June 2013

Flash Fiction: Lost Love's Labours

The love was gone. She searched all the places it had been. In the bedroom, at their favourite restaurants, among the wedding photos... she tried each one in turn, but it was nowhere to be found.

She tried to rekindle old flames, but found no more than ashes. She tried new flames. They burned passionately, brightly and briefly. Lovers loved but were not love.

She found it one morning over breakfast. Time and familiarity had misplaced it. A simple and true "I love you" served with coffee, woven discreetly into the daily routine. So easily overlooked, yet there all along.


"Lost Love's Labours" was first published with The Pygmy Giant. More background here.

6 comments:

ganymeder said...

Oh, that was lovely!

Gail said...

I don't know how to spell the little sound I made when I read this, but it was the sound of somebody who was moved by it.

John Wiswell said...

Does this mean the rituals of love can actually be saved? A happy ending?

Sonia Lal said...

Lovely.Poetic, even.

Chuck Allen said...

Wow. Great job. I think the brevity gave it more punch.

Katherine Hajer said...

What a neatly arranged little fable. Lovely.