Photo Prompt © Jeff Arnold
Anna walked along the marina, admiring the gorgeous weather. It had been months since she had finally stepped out of her home and made her way to the old boat.
The lock down had hit her hard, and she couldn’t wait to get away, on her own for a while.
Image Credit – Anshu Bhojnagarwala
They had stopped along the first strip of shops that came into view. They had been driving for hours along a small deserted road and being confined like that was suffocating for her.
They walked past the small piano. Though dilapidated, he was sure it had seen better days. She wandered into the store. He knelt and started to play; striking each key with precision and softness.
She rushed out when she heard the music. There were many things she didn’t know about him, having married him just a few days ago. She dried her tears.
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Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot
Sarah quickened her pace along 5th Avenue. Breathless, she entered
The Met, and rushed to the ‘guided tours’ meeting point.
She scanned the crowds nervously. He wasn’t there. Disheartened, she led her group to the first exhibit.
As Carl drove up the rugged path in his Ford-150, Cecelia eye’s drifted up ahead. The sun was dipping below the horizon and the sky showcased hues of orange and blue. Cecilia’s arms were covered in goosebumps. It must be the chill in the air, she thought.