Photo prompt @Dale Rogerson
A second story for Friday Fictioneers especially for DR. I know he’s out there.
Changing the Chorus
by T. Delaplain
Regardless of the tempo or cadence, the chorus remained the same, “I’m not ready.” Their coffee dates and long lunches were punctuated by stiff hugs and brief stolen kisses; neither knowing quite how to change their shared lyrics of grief.
The first bouquet arrived with a CD of arias, the second a sterling silver treble cleft. The third, a dozen roses and an embossed invitation.
“Dinner tomorrow night in Florence, pack an overnight bag, we can buy anything else you need. ❤️ Let us sing a new beginning.”