Walking down the pier that bright summer morning, I saw not a soul – nor a bird
just rows and rows of benches. That cool bright dawn … looking out to sea I felt an invitation – come and sail with me and in the sky a single cloud stood out, beckoning.
A shiver went down my spine and I wondered – ‘where am I?’ for I’d never seen this place
in any space I’d walked ’til then. Far off I saw a known face, the man I’d once made love to
stood watching me maybe wanting to see what I’d do.
A dream I then said to myself, nothing but a vivid dream, because he’s been gone an eternity and is no more than a thought now in this world. But I could not wake-up
no matter how I tried, and then suddenly I realized, I too had died.
© G.s.k. ‘15
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction