REMEMBERING...
He traced the outline with his finger. It had been the
perfect day. She'd looked so beautiful, and his body had clenched when she smiled
at him. Love shone from her eyes, and it'd taken everything he knew not to
throw her over his shoulder and find somewhere private.
Somewhere he could
strip the frothy white dress off her and fill her.
Instead he'd contented himself with an almost chaste kiss
and a whispered promise.
"I'm going to take you somewhere as soon as I can and
fuck you until you scream for completion. Then I'm going to do it again and
again."
She'd colored and
giggled. "Promises, promises. I hope you always make good on them?"
He had.
So why now was he left looking at the photo; misty with
time, and memory? Why did he struggle with how and why and where?
The noise of the door opening, made him turn.
Hello, love, you spoil me."
"Ha, love's a two-way street you know. Like you I keep
my promises." She wrapped his arthritic fingers around his mug of tea.
She looked at the picture. "Ah now, seventy years eh?
Seems like yesterday."
He lifted his cup. "Happy anniversary."
check the other flashes out here...
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Awh bless em! That was nice.. I hope thats me and OH one day :)
ReplyDeleteAww, that is so lovely! *sniff*
ReplyDeleteVery romantic post there.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tease, l didn't see what was coming and l worried that she'd left him! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteVery touching story. I like how she played his gig by being absent and then coming home and saying that she keeps her promises too.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if he'll keep them.
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