Beauty and Sadness

Isabel had endured two cold seasons and lost contact with friends, and despite her children’s treats of fancy restaurants and theatre shows, everything remained silent and tasteless since her husband’s death.

After two weeks of refusing her children’s calls, and two weeks of sleepless pondering, Isabel needed escape and packed Daniel’s old suitcase in the night before booking herself on a flight to wherever the pin landed on the map.

But Rome’s lively reminders filled her with sadness so Isabel decided to visit the countryside instead and discovered the peaceful village of San Quirico, where after a day of pleasant walking, she reached a small, delightful chapel high in the fragrant hills overlooking the Tuscan countryside; as Isabel rested in the shadow of a tree — tired and drunk on the beauty and sadness of memories, like fine wine — she tasted tears and smiled as she watched Daniel walk away over the rolling, gold and green fields while the warm sun drifted slowly to sleep behind the hills.

© 2017 Occasional Dreams
In response to: Three Line Tales, Week Fifty-Two
Image by: Ales Krivec

Thanks to Sonya at for organising and coordinating these three line tales each week.


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