Facing the Past



Photo by CE Ayr

Rachel was standing at the table with the display of the MacMurchie Collection when Angus walked in.  Heart pounding, she watched him.  He hadn’t changed much.  He was still as handsome as ever.  She hadn’t expected to run into him–at least not so soon.   Their eyes met.

He walked over to her, his expression taut.  “Hello, Rachel.”

“Hello, Angus.”

“What are you doing here in West Calder?”

“Visiting my aunt.”

“How have you been?”

“Fine.  And–and you?”

“Not well, Rachel.”

Alarmed, she asked, “Is it a serious illness?”

“There’s nothing physically wrong with me.”

“I’m relieved to hear that.”

“Rachel, I’m sorry about what happened with Christy.”

“I should have known better than to get involved with you.”

“It wasn’t something we planned but it happened—”

She lowered her gaze.  “Christy was my best friend and I betrayed her.”

“We both did.”

“But she forgave you and married you.”

“We aren’t married.”

She gaped at him.  “You aren’t married?”

“I couldn’t marry her because of you, Rachel.”

“What are you saying, Angus?”

“I’m saying that I want to be with you.”

It was no use denying it.  “I want to be with you too.”

They moved closer to each other.


200 Words


This was written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here.  To read more of the stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

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