David wandered aimlessly about the idyllic paradise the brochures proclaimed the island to be. To him, it was anything but that now.
As marriage proposals go, he supposed he could have accepted an endearing refusal, a tender rejection but the look of abject disbelief mingled with chagrined pity was more than his mind could process.
Before he’d recovered from the blow, Andrea was already packed and gone. His shuffling steps took him ever closer to the white-sand beach and the roaring surf. As the waves lapped about his ankles, he continued walking out to sea with no intention of stopping.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt based on a photo by Renee Homan Heath.