Once Upon A Time

[Gloria Watts]

She hid deep in the shadows, waited for footsteps, but none came only his face loomed out of the mist, his eyes fevered; his face ashen. He looked so old, and so broken. She trembled, her thoughts lost in a whirl of memories - how she’d loved him.

He lifted his hand to her face, his thin fingers gripping her chin hard as his lips, cold, unmoving met hers. His arms, moved to encircle her waist and suddenly she could smell the sourness of his breath; death had done this. She pushed, freed herself from his grasp, dissolved in the evening’s mist.

[Gloria Watts]

Thanks Bob, so right, we only get one chance or - maybe more, yes definitely more.

[Bob Clay]

Definately a bit spooky. So  love, like flesh and bone,  cannot survive death