Danny dragged Amanda up the hill behind their old elementary school to see the sunset. When they were children, they used to race each other to the bottom, drawing their knees to their chins and rolling like human balls, head over toes, until they reached the brick wall of the school.
Lying on their backs, side by side, they cupped their hands behind their heads and gazed up at the violet and peach colored clouds in the sky.
“Beautiful,” Danny said. Amanda didn’t answer. He turned to her and saw pools of tears in her eyes. “Tell me what you see.”
“Corey and Aila got married on Friday.” Corey was Amanda’s ex-boyfriend; Aila, the woman he left her for. Danny had been there to pick up the pieces of Amanda’s broken heart, combing her hair off her face with his fingers as she cried into his lap.
“How do you feel?” he asked, readying himself to pull her into his embrace once again. That comforting friend available always to hold her when love betrayed her.
“I’m supposed to cry, right? Every inch of my body is telling me to cry. But I can’t.”
They lay in silence. Danny opened his mouth to speak, but Amanda cut him off.
“I see a face.” Her voice was clear, unwavering. “What do you see?” she asked smiling.
“A woman who can finally let go.”
word count: 231
This is part of Sunday Photo Fiction: write flash fiction in around 200 words using the provided photo prompt.