Abigail, Always
Now, her mind struggles to imagine who she even is without him, let alone the future she must face alone. A tear rolls down her cheek as, for the thousandth time, she wishes this were a dream instead of the reality it is. Yet each night leads to a new day, and as the early-morning sunlight creeps across the porch, Abigail keeps the tradition of coffee here before tending to the mundane daily tasks of survival.
With the sudden stirring of a breeze, she swears she faintly hears his voice whisper: “We will always have the love that we built together.” He regularly would tell her that, and remembering/hearing it now, her pain eases just a little.
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First of all Abigail is a beautiful woman! I like how you created this scene and her look is one of memories and of course the pain of loss. And, the story lets me know why she is lost in her thoughts. I am interested in whether the story came from the image or the image came from the story.
Most often, I’ll come up with a concept of a moment I want to address, then I’ll set about creating an image that speaks to that moment, followed by a story that fills the space the image leaves. However, there has been an instance when an image was the muse for the piece. It probably makes sense that the image is often a pivot point, in that I’m a visual thinker.
We are all different people, but we often share similar experiences and emotions. I hope this series delivers that narrative.
We are forecasted to get some rain tonight and tomorrow, maybe even a couple of inches. The temperature is supposed to drop also. Both would be very welcome. Take care, Monte!