(This story was posted almost exactly a year ago, on 2/14/2020 (Valentine’s Day!) With Sue not able to put up a new write-photo prompt, I decided to revisit this one :) And a reminder to visit the Carrot RanchSue Vincent Rodeo Classic.)
I felt the turbulence as she entered the room, the low pressure system sucking the air out and drawing all eyes in.
A flash of lightning struck as she glanced around the packed room.
The crowds parted as torrent moved forward.
She didn’t even see me as she passed inches away, but the gale force winds turned me with her.
She went at the bar.
People turned back to what they were doing. The music came back on.
I remembered to breath.
But then I saw her again. I drew in a sharp breath.
My mind clouded up.
How dare I even think I could even speak to one such as her?
He remembered every word she had said as if it were yesterday. He remembered her young, perfect skin, soft under his gentle caresses, and he remembered the well earned lines on her old face. He felt her, saw her, heard her and smelt her. His senses were filled with her presence.
The day he first met her he had found boldness in her eye and introduced himself. The last day he had found courage in her smile as she had talked to him, comforted him. He knew their separation wasn’t going to be long, he just had a few last odds and ends to take care of, a few lose strings to tie before he could join her.
“When you cross the river there will be a path up the hill. At the top, an old fence in an old field. I’ll be there, at the gate, waiting,” she had said,giving his hand one last squeeze before they parted. Continue reading →