PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Merle’s now-silver, but still-wavy hair shines like a beacon from a block away. He’s sitting at their bench, the one they met at each afternoon after classes. The campus has changed so much, but the iron bench remains, the same deep blue the sky has on a clear day. Marie remembers how she noticed Merle’s eyes matched it the day they met sixty years ago.
He said he’d wait for her – and he did. He’s never married; no children.
His silver mane turns. As their eyes meet, her guilt vaporizes in the flames of their timeless love.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the educational host of Friday Fictioneers.