His Girl

He returned to their place, behind a shrub. Where they as teenagerswatched practitioners exit a church. Where he kissed away her tearsafter her father walked out, showering affection on a stranger.

She, the girl he played tag with in childhood. The one he datedthrough high school. The one he wrote to after he moved out of thecity, and her letters stopped abruptly.

He watched between raindrops clinging to leafless branches. She exitedthe church on the arm of another man. Wedding procession followed.

Rainstorm may have passed, but the storm in his mind had only intensified.

From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs

Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Sheresides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband and stuffed animals andmany friends.