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. He shivered when she whispered,
"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?
Tell me in the comment section I'll pick three juicy ones tomorrow and send a romantic sachet!
Photo: A watercolor for sale at the local French antique shop down the road.
