“Let’s go to the shore,” he said.
“You’re mad, it’s snowing. Plus, we might get snowed in,” she said.
He loved spontaneity.
Come on! We’ll walk the beach, shiver, then run to the warm flames of the fire left behind in the fireplace. We’ll sip champagne, eat chocolate strawberries as we warm. Besides, you aren’t able to resist my yearn for you.
She watched icy waves hit the shore from the balcony.
Just moments before, they’d laid close in each others’ arms, relishing the passion of their lovemaking.
The fading red roses near the flames emulated his death.
Genre: Flash Fiction Romance
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson
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