It’s week eight of the flash fiction challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Artists, check out their blog and join in or read other’s posts and be inspired.
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MY LAST BREATH (141 words)
I don’t have much time left. My limbs heavy. The humidity damp on my skin. Warm summer breeze ruffles my gray hair as I sit on our front porch. One thing left to do—I have to tell him.
Dean takes my hand. Calluses, decades after he’s handled a hammer, scratch my thin skin. His milky blue eyes on mine. A lingering smile.
I take a labored breath and Dean squeezes my hand harder. It’s comforting.
“Dean…” What will he think?
“I love you, Mary-Anne,” he says. My heart breaks.
“…you weren’t the only man I ever loved…”
Dean looks down, his hold loosens. Weightless—my burden lifted.
“Years ago, you were gone so often,” I whisper.
He nods. “I know.”
My heart stutters. A tear falls. And he loved me still.
“And you weren’t the only woman I ever loved.”