Sitting In The Sun
(This week’s photo prompt for Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers ...)
"Kristen, how well do you remember your mother?"
"Not much, Dad. Why?"
"Just wonder sometimes. Your mom and I used to sit on this bench."
"You did? Is that why we're here?"
"I think so. I haven't been here in a long time."
"What was it like?"
"It was fast. There wasn't time to think. Too many questions, so much uncertainty, so hard to commit. Things slowed here, for a while. But sooner or later, we always had to go back through that tunnel."
"Was it worth it?"
"Absolutely. Look where it got me! Sitting in the sun with you."