Fine lines of the heart

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

 

Zahra leaned towards the mirror, dabbing eye cream around her eyes hoping to see those dreaded fine lines vanish. She turned her face in the dim light, trying to catch a glimpse of the smooth-faced beauty that once won her pageant titles.

Her husband appeared behind her reflection. “Still as beautiful as ever!”

She smiled softly. She never noticed just how grey his hair had become. Were those wrinkles on his face from years of laughter, or from sadness? Guilt pinched her heart.

She took his face in her hands and planted a kiss on his eager lips.

98 words

The image made me think of a flower that has lost its bloom, and that led to thoughts of ageing beauties. Zahra, in arabic, means flower.

This story was in part inspired by a poem I once read about an ageing couple, (the title and poet eludes me, sorry). The husband looked at the lines on his wife’s face and found beauty in them, because they were borne from the history of their lives together.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by, Rochelle Wiesoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less. Click the blue frog to read more flash fiction from other writers.

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32 thoughts on “Fine lines of the heart

  1. Years of living together can sometimes make us take each other for granted.
    I am glad she noticed now. Is that why she is thinking that he could have been sad?
    It must be amazing to have a husband who is all- admiration for her, despite the wrinkles and years.
    Beautiful and beautifully written story.

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    1. They do tell a story of love. That is almost exactly like a verse out of that poem I read. Wish I could remember it. Oh well. If I ever do, I’ll update this post with it. Read it in my teens and made a lasting impression on me.

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    1. That’s a really nice interpretation, Björn. 😊 it could be. When I wrote it I was hinting through her guilt of some pain she has caused him in the past. So she wonders if the lines on his face tell a story of joy or sadness of his life with her. Glad you liked It!

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