Remembering Coco

Photo by Bradley Harris

I stood on the beach, gazing out at the calm sea, remembering Coco.  I still think about her even though she died eleven years ago from a severe Asthma attack. 

Sadness crept into my eyes and regret etched my face.  She was a beautiful girl whom I loved very much.  I asked her to marry me and she accepted.  The day after I proposed I got the awful news that she was dead.  

After her death, I sold my house on the beach because I couldn’t bear to live there anymore—too many painful memories.  We were so happy…

99 Words

This is the sequel to Coco.

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

31 Replies to “Remembering Coco”

  1. Oh, what a horrid way to die, gasping for air that you can’t pull into your lungs… having asthma, I understand this. It’s frightening sometimes. What a beautiful story of true love you’ve written for us. Love it!

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    1. Rest assured, it didn’t. She was madly in love with him and wanted to marry him more than anything else in the world. They spent the night making plans for a big wedding and an adventurous honeymoon. It was the mold in her apartment which caused her death.

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