Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and for the intriguing photo
Courtesy of Etta James’ lyrics from her song ‘I’d rather go blind’
Washed out grey sky, sad trees drop their leaves on our bench
I felt so secure wrapped around by our young love’s innocence
I trusted you, knew nothing else.
’SOMETHING TOLD ME IT WAS OVER
WHEN I SAW YOU AND HER TALKING
WHEN I SAW YOU AND THAT GIRL, WALKING OUT’
Alone cast aside in shock, Etta sang my soundtrack. I just knew that was the end of us. No need to explain, to protest, just cry. Now Etta’s song is my friend, she understands and I expect less.