Thanks Bikurgurl: this one really got me thinking today!
Image Credit Brooke Lark
He had brought her breakfast in bed.
Pancakes and strawberries. Her favourite.
Those adorable rose petals were almost her undoing.
How could she tell him?
Things had not been good between them for months.
The magic they once shared had just slipped away as they got on with other things, and now it was too late to turn back the clock to try and recapture what they’d had.
The berries wept from the heat, staining the delicacies beneath.
Then she saw the note poking out from under the plate.
It simply read ‘Goodbye’.
Unbidden, a tear trickled down her cheek.