Confession time – today’s tale is fact, not fiction.
*The name has been changed to protect the innocent!
Back then, a date with a girl normally involved messing around in the park or sharing a sneaky puff on a cigarette!
But I had loftier intentions. I knew where the key to the church tower was hidden! Often, Millie and I’d climb to the top for a kiss and cuddle, and watch the people below.
For her seventeenth birthday, I planned a picnic up there. Before she arrived I scratched our initials within a heart on the sandstone and placed flickering tea lights on the steps.
Often, when passing the church I wonder if our etching survived the ravages of time.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Dale for the photo.
The church alongside my story is the actual venue!
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