They agreed to meet at the signpost in the park. After months of slowly drifting apart, they’d reached a crossroads. Which way to go?
Walking slowly, heads bowed, the only sound was the swishing of grass beneath their feet.
He picked her a flower, she pushed it away. He tickling her nose with it and saw a hint of a smile.
He held her arm as they descended some steps then they strolled hand in hand towards the lake. Still, not a word passed between them.
They sat in silence watching two swans, then slowly turned to face each other.
The signpost became a distant memory.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Dale Rogerson for the photo.
Prod the frogs to join in the fun.