Rowena rushed hurriedly down the street.
It was late.
Why was she always late?
Looking at her watch again she picks up her pace
Damn! she thinks, it is starting to drizzle.
She bends around the corner and stops short.
He wasn’t there.
The sheer beauty of the night, the romantic spookiness of the fog as it swirled around the benches and completely obscuring the beautiful church was just screaming that he was missing.
How could she allow this to happen? She could think of nothing all day but that she would see him… all day? how about all month?
Gee it has been a month since she had last seen him,
it’s been one month since he moved to this beautiful city and it’s been one month since he casually said Come meet me for Mardi Gras.
Oh damn and here she was now late and he was not here, this trip is so not turning out the way she had dreamed.
Stolen kisses as they got lost in the parade. Hands suddenly finding each other.
Breaking through her reverie, like a gentle caress on her cheek, her name wafts through the air.
Spinning around, she sees him standing behind her.
Time seems to stand still.
She wondered if this is what love feels like. Those scenes in those romantic movies weren’t lying because she seems to have suddenly gotten tunnel vision, everything was overly bright and there seem to be only him .
Smiling he reaches for her and all of a sudden she is being pulled into his arms. She looks up at him and knew standing here in this beautiful, some what spooky spot that she was lost and she didn’t want any one to find her.
This post is completely fiction and I have never been to New Orleans. It is based on this photo prompt from Write On Edge