The phone rang.
Hello, she whispered.
“Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”
Memories from the first time they met, rapidly flooded her mind.
He was walking along the shore with a metal detector.
She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky.
He glanced her way.
‘Do you always photograph people passing by?’ he said.
‘No, she replied, blushing.’
Thus, the beginning of a whirlwind romance.
He found an antique timepiece that day; her wedding gift.
“I’ll bring the Bordeaux, he quickly added.”
“I can’t wait.”
She hung up the phone and smiled.
I wonder who that was?
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda
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