Friday Fictioneers: Every Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts a photo prompt. The rules include maintaining (as near as possible) a 100 word fictional piece pertaining to the image. For more information, and to share your writings, please use this link.
It had been his home for some years; it had been his love.
He’d neglected all else. His wife, his children; they’d all gone by the wayside.
They said he didn’t remember his own name toward the end.
It was a bit of an ugly mess. He’d given up washing. He’d given up worrying. He’d given up thinking.
He was a waste of a man, and yet! Here it was; his favourite photograph hanging on the funeral parlour wall.
The sign below it spoke with great profundity.
‘Here lies John who, after 45 years of living, had but one love.’