By Krystyna Fedosejevs
I chose an unfamiliar route, bypassed a café he and I had frequented after work.
Walking past children playing street soccer, laundry hanging over balcony rails. Backtracking whenever the direction felt wrong. The sun was my guide.
Eyes filling. Mind preoccupied with hurt. Betrayal. I expressed my love for him, and what did he do? Admitted interest in someone else. I didn’t wish to see him smiling at her over a latté.
As I entered familiar surroundings, my apartment building in view, a dog charged towards me. His. I turned. Stopped.
He stood before me; I plunged into his open arms.
It’s nice to see a happy ending once in a while. Good one.
Thanks for your comment, Tony. Originally, I had a sad ending. Then I took another look.
A picturesque story with a dollop of love. An enjoyable read.
Thank you, JR.