It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, hosted by Rochelle, and this week I’ve written two separate stories. Here they are. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Life is good for them in this fiftieth year of their marriage. He rises early to stroll in the garden, and watch daylight break in the east. See him there now, gazing up towards the house.
She emerges onto the balcony, her beloved face haloed in the morning sun.
Despite their joy, he exists around a black core of fear. They are stooped, their skin loose, their hair white, but advancing age is not the cause of his unease.
His demons manifest in sleep, tormenting him with nightmares of an inky tomb, and his Juliet not waking up in time.
Hand-in-hand, two lovers stroll beneath long-limbed trees. No-one is in sight – they steal a kiss.
‘My love, it’s time. Decide.’
‘We’re so young – what if we’re making a big mistake?’
Her hesitancy strikes fear within him. What if he should lose her? ‘My darling …’ His voice quavers. ‘I’ll do anything for you. It will be as you wish.’
‘I knew you’d see it my way. Let’s book it now.’
And together, they proceed into the office of Montague and Capulet, Wedding Planners, and make the down-payment for a full Romeo and Juliet ceremony, balcony included.
There you have it – variations on a theme. Here’s another variation on the same theme.