This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
Before I know it, Dickie has led me along the same path I used to walk with Jane, his damp nose sniffing the rhododendrons she never failed to curse – ugly things, grow too big, poison the soil.
She’s there in my head – the good and the bad of her – a shadow falling across everything I do, every decision I make, churning my mind until it’s unfit for anything but her.
We come to the fork in the path and that’s when I catch sight of something part hidden in tree, a foot twitching just enough to get my attention. I see a tail, bronze, prehensile, curled around the branch like an extra hand and I know – it’s him.
I’m so grateful, tears brim, threaten to salt my cheeks. Because he’s always been there for me, since that first day I saw him when I was five – bloody kneed, bloody nosed – in the playground.
Jane used to say he was invisible, that he didn’t exist. I know the truth.
I gaze up at him and smile.