Divorce Day

After going back to my cubes for the anniversary week last year,  I decided I would revisit them from time to time. This story is one such occasion. (Using the Rory's Story Cubes App for iPhone) 

You didn’t need a magnifying glass to spot the cracks in their relationship. They were clearly visible like the colours of the rainbow across a crystal blue sky. Where once had been flowers and fountains were now fires and fights leaving hurtful words hanging in the air like speech bubbles. Words spoken in the heat of the moment when balance and fair play is forgotten, whether meant or not those words could never be erased and never be forgiven. They became ugly carbuncles on the landscape, permanent fixtures that would leave nasty scars. 

It would take a miracle to save their relationship now, but people didn’t walk on water in Bermondsey, they crossed bridges or took planes, miracles just didn’t happen there. 
There would be tears - both would hurt, both would grieve, both would miss the other but they'd gone too far, lines had been crossed, limits tested. No one was to blame, or both were to blame, neither of them had seen the warning signs until they were crashing over the cliff. 

They'd loved each other once, maybe somewhere buried beneath the hurt there was still love. After all they’d meant it when they’d made their promises, made their vows but there are times when you have to face facts and move on, even if you are just 7 years old.