We arrive at the same time. It has been so long we are almost shy. Our tentative first steps become more of a bound as we join in a clench that any blind man could see too much time has passed since our last reuniting.
We kiss and pull back and kiss again and laugh as we gather our things to bring them into our bower for the next week. It will be just the two of us, away from our realities. We will cook, read, write, love; creating new memories to add to those already part of our story.
Our last day comes too soon and we know this is how it must be. We say our heartfelt goodbyes before we go in different directions down the imperturbable street, towards our respective homes, already missing the other and dreaming about our next time.
A bit of flash fiction for the prosery prompt on dVerse brought to us this week by Merril D. Smith. I can’t resist Merril so here I am. The prompt line that must be incorporated is “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street,” from Gwendolyn Brooks, An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire.”