Thanks to Rochelle, our host, and Adam, who provided the photo for this week’s rendition of Friday Fictioneers. My 100-word story follows the photo prompt.
They amble down the boardwalk, hand in hand, albeit a slower pace than fifty years ago. Eyesight dimmer, the gleam still remains; sometimes he can’t remember her name, but he always remembers her love for him and the children. A bench waits at the end, and so they sit and rest for the return trip. It was a day just like today, a warm breeze brushing against the skin. No words are needed this time, for their hearts carry on the promise of a lifetime. The sun slips low in the sky, shedding its warm light on their golden years.
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