The song that played their love story 70 years ago, filled the air. She knew he had something to do with it, at least she liked to think so.
Oh, Jack… there you go again.
In a park not far away, the music continued to pull her heart in the right direction. She found it & stopped; each beautiful instrument reminding her of old memories. In her imagination they were dancing on the grass, his arms tight around her waist; 18 again.
When it concluded, she cried & slowly meandered home with a smile on her face.
True love never disappears.
This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers. The objective of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click on the photo prompt above.