They often walked together. There’s was a special friendship yet neither was sure if the other harboured deeper feelings; both nervous to express their heartfelt thoughts should it damage the perfect companionship they so relished.
The rain pitter-pattered as they strolled. Puddles gathered along the path. As they stepped over them he wondered if he dared offer her his hand. What if I was to grasp his she wondered?
They sought shelter beneath a blossoming tree and glanced into each other’s eyes. Then, instead of raindrops, they were showered with dancing pink petals. No words passed their lips, they would only have spoilt that blissful moment.
Thanks to Susan Spaulding for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction and to Fandango for this week’s picture.
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