unattainable

 

The sole object of this trip was to see you.
Planning and packing, traveling and getting lost, taking slow steps at times and finally getting closer towards you.
And, I now see you, your broad shoulders and crooked head, the shadow of you at the top of the stairs … where I can never reach.

(54 words)

For The Daily Post’s daily prompt: “Object”

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode