The sun had been brilliantly shining in the clear blue sky. She had lovingly packed his favorite meal in the wicker picnic basket. She was determined to make this day a day to remember. This day had been planned for quite sometime; no effort had been spared. She smiled happily to her reflection in the mirror as she dressed in his favorite sundress and curled her hair, primping to perfection.
The journey had been a pleasant one. She had skipped happily to their private meeting place, looking forward to seeing his face once more. He was finally home again, on leave for three months, after eighteen overseas. A joyful shriek escaped her lips as she spotted him on top of their hill, leaning against the tree scarred with their initials. He turned to flash his dazzling smile at her. She dropped the basket as she flung herself towards him. She landed happily in his outstretched arms, each clinging to the other as though letting go would cause their beloved to disappear. Her misty eyes never left his as he spread out the soft, checkered blanket before lifting her into his strong arms before gently placing her on it.
The reunited couple kissed tenderly as dark cloud arose on the horizon. She gasped as he disappeared from her arms. The torrential rain began to fall as an anguished cry poured from her rosy lips. She began to cry, her tears mixing with those falling from the sky. Twenty years had passed and still he hadn’t returned from the war, returned to her. The harsh realization always ripped at her heart. He was never coming home.
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posted by Jill at 3:35 PM
