Story #213

The roar of the waves, light breeze in hair, poppies, fields of blooming poppies around, old wooden bridge leading to the sea.

– Let’s take a sit?

– Okay

Hand in hand, heart to heart, two are looking in the same direction.

– Let’s get old together?

– Okay

The whisper of the waves. The ring goes from his pocket on her finger…

Two have been still looking in the same direction – at their pretty baby girl. And they go all the way hand in hand, heart to heart.

Evgenia, Moscow