Jack was the only one to walk away from the plane crash.
His life changed forever.
Opportunities rolled in:
TV guest spots, radio appearances, and book offers.
Everyone wanted Jack’s story.
It was a blessing.
Jill didn’t see it that way, though.
The crash had put a wedge between them.
She followed him around, yelling and complaining. He was always gone, always in the limelight.
She feared he was forgetting her.
But jack wouldn’t hear it.
Finally, he decided to leave his old life behind.
Jack went up the hill to fetch some of his things.
He stopped at their spot, and looked down on the rocky coast,
unaware that Jill was there.
He said his goodbyes.
Jack remembered the better times, when it was just the two of them.
Daily walks up and down the hill, sharing a bun at the bakery, recent talk of children.
Then, he thought he heard her.
A shrill, desperate scream of a woman who wouldn’t let go.
At first, Jill didn’t move.
This was only one way to get his attention.
Startled off balance, Jack whirled around, confused.
He tripped and fell down the rocky coast,
plunging to his death.
Silently, with a trembling hand, Jill covered her smile.
At last, they could be together again.
Jack was coming home.