His Boots

Copyright Adam Ickes

She left his boots on the deck.

She knew that he was leaving – it was time.

His eyes had emptied, deep pools drained.

She knew the exact moment when he decided, as his eyes caught  the stars and reflected them, their liquid vitality returned. He left her, over and over and over again.

She felt the concussive thud of the rocket exhaust from almost a thousand miles away.

She looked away from the pillar of smoke pushing him away from her.

She turned away from heartache.

His boots were still on the deck.

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt. 

Comments and criticism (especially criticism) always welcome! 

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7 thoughts on “His Boots

  1. atrm61 says:

    “His eyes had emptied, deep pools drained”-what a powerful line!Good job:-)

  2. Sounds like a definite farewell here.

  3. Well, at least he left something to remember him by.

  4. Dear Chris,

    Very sad. Sounds like she’d resigned herself to his leaving already. Loved the line he’d left her over and over…nice.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  5. “Rocket Man” popped into my mind, although perhaps that’s not where you were going. It felt to me, though, that he was preoccupied with space to the exclusion of even human relationship. Sad.

    janet

  6. Great writing, Chris. I love this “as his eyes caught the stars and reflected them, their liquid vitality returned. He left her, over and over and over again.” The image of shoes can really have a lasting power when you see t hem empty and missing the owner. It’s like his life is in those shoes. Great story!

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