The table was set. Crystal clear and inviting.
He had ordered her favorite flowers. Pink and delicate like her lips.
His coat...her hat, the details fell into place.
Her bare leg teased him. "Only red shoes worn underneath my dress."
The napkin unfolded, he held his dessert.
The waiter was not part of his plan.
Every picture tells a story. How does this one end?
Photo: A watercolor for sale at the local French antique shop down the road.