The Distant Thought (The I pay you for use of your photography contest)

I hosted this contest 24 days ago. I encountered some life struggles that made it hard for me to consistently write on Steemit, but I chose a winner, and promised to write a story to her photograph. It took longer than expected, but the winner was @limma
She was credited 0.5 SDB for the contest.
I enjoyed hosting this. Should I do it again? I would love some feedback!

Without further ado, here is the photograph, and story.

Photography by @limma

The Distant Thought

She often had a distant thought, or was it a memory?

At times, she couldn't be sure. It was a man, he dressed in black most of the time. His lean muscular stature was intimidating, but not to her. She loved him, she missed him. She wasn't sure she had ever even met him, but she thought about him often, and when she did, she felt loneliness within herself.

She went to the park bench where she remembered him giving her a bouquet of flowers; she had vowed to grow old with this man, even if she didn't tell him. She remembered. It wasn't just a thought. Not today. She had been with him, but Sabrina couldn't remember his name, she couldn't remember where he had gone.

"Why isn't he here with me?" She pondered. It wasn't such a sad thought, more a thought of misfortune. She knew being sad was fruitless, because she couldn't remember what separated them. "Was it death? Divorce?"

She didn't know. Sabrina was merely grateful to know today, that they had been together for a long time. The man in black. Her companion, her husband.

She felt the wind at her back, as a whisk of grey flicked within the confines of her peripheral vision. "Life is strange" She thought, as she fed the pigeons.

She giggled at their pecking order. The young confused pigeons, new to the world, frantically trying to get to the small pieces of bread she threw, the lean "teenagers" competing with the alphas, but always coming up short, the old crafty pigeons who always knew the right time to swoop in and never expend more energy than necessary. Of course, it was funny indeed, but no matter how fleeting her thoughts may be, Sabrina always made sure they all were able to eat. She never left out any pigeons. Sometimes she went through an entire loaf of bread, other times only a few pieces.

The numbers were never consistent, as her schedule never was, or her memory.

Sometimes she saw a pigeon that she was sure she had seen before, but she could never be too sure.

The only thing that was sure, was that she would never forget her way to the park, where she had once sat with her man in black. Where she had once kissed him, "or was it twice?" , where she had vowed to marry him, and spend her life with him. She remembered. Today while she sat on the park bench feeding the pigeons, it was more than just a distant thought.

Thank you for reading! @futuremind