Separation

By Krystyna Fedosejevs

Nervous twitches, a flutter of limbs precipitated his departure. Not with her, but with the intruder who interrupted their ambiance.

Earlier in the afternoon, the couple took in summer sunshine on their balcony. Murmuring contentment. Falling into deep silence when she nuzzled her face into his neck. He remained calm in appreciation.

Then a stranger intervened. Anger blurred his voice into incomprehensible language. The two males departed leaving the remaining soul sobbing, her head tilted down. Within minutes, she left.

One feather had fallen on my balcony floor. Reminder of the moment the mourning dove was lifted by a falcon’s clasp.