Each breath of sweet air that rushed through the open window was a reminder to Oliver of why he loved spring.Oliver smiled as he fingered the golden band that encircled his finger.Spring was when he had met his wife Anna on this very same train.
She was sitting in the seat opposite of him.He had immediately noticed her.She was beautiful and vibrant despite the scar that crept down her click.She had her head out the window,peeling petals from a daisy, whispering he loves me,he loves me not,and he loves me! It was thenthat Oliver was smitten with the patal throwing goddess.Their eyes met and the rest was history.
Oliver reached for a daisy and let his finger brush against Anna’s.Oliver and Anna put their heads out of the window into the rush of the spring air. Together they smiled at the world, and then let the daisy petals being to fall.The turquoise skywas once again filled with the confetti of love.
No comments:
Post a Comment