THE SORROW OF LOSS

 

Photo Copyright: Eric Wicklund

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–January 28, 2018. Each week the host, Al Forbes provides a picture prompt taken by himself or sent in by one of the other participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not counting the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was sent in by Eric Wicklund. Thanks, Eric.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/01/28/sunday-photo-fiction-january-28th-2018/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE SORROW OF LOSS by P.S. Joshi

I hadn’t seen Romar Lineberger since the Wall Street crash of October 29, 1929. There he was sitting in the Metropolitan Museum on this fine June afternoon.

The object of his concentration was a lusty statue of the god Cupid carrying in his arms his bride Psyche. The models, it seemed had no qualms about posing in the nude. Cupid or his model seemed to have had a terrible accident as his legs ended just above the knee. What there was of him was sufficient, however, to incite jealousy in the common male.

I stopped and greeted Romar as politeness required. “Hello, old friend. How’s it going?”

He turned to answer, tear trails down his cheeks.

“Oh, hello Rudy. I’m feeling exceedingly sad.”

“Why, old man?”

“My girlfriend left me.”

“What happened to your wife?”

“Oh, she left when the market crashed. She said she refused to support us on her inheritance, especially since she knew I was cheating on her.”

“That’s tough old pal. Why did your girlfriend leave?”

“Well,” he said, a tear running down his cheek, ” she said I was now poor, old, and she wouldn’t support me on her earnings as a dancer.”