The lone bench awaited the lovers.
A plaza in the center of town seemed like the perfect spot for their rendezvous.
They’d spoken about meeting to make future plans.
He was enthralled by her beauty.
It was getting harder and harder for him to wait for her to try to sneak away.
Now, they would discuss her escape from her husbands brutal ways.
Time was passing.
He grew suspiciously impatient.
What was the delay?
No matter, she would soon be his.
But, sadly, it was not meant to be.
How could they have known,
her husband would come home early, that day, and kill her.
2015©written by Isadora
ROMANCE – Richard Abel HD
****** Fiction …. February the month of romance and love; perhaps, not always.