Let’s pretend we don’t even like each other. We’ll walk along the tow path and discuss engineering; we’ll look at the padlocks on the bridge and ask why people would do that for something as structurally unsound as love.
Best not sit down. We don’t want any shuddering and pulling away.
We’ll discuss our son’s marriage, not drawing any parallels. He loves Meredith; they’ll work it out. You’ll go home and say, “That went okay. Jeannie wasn’t half as crazy as usual.” I’ll return to my flat.
See that damselfly? It lives for a day to mate and then it dies.
A lovely story. It is profound and pays attention to detail – ‘padlocks’ and ‘engineering’ and structural details’ and it is poignant. I loved the last sentence. So defiant.
A nice, brief slice from the lives of two people who are probably still in love, but in a very distant way. Liked it.
Strong visual message there with the locks, engineering and structure. Everything has its place and should stay that way, or perhaps the way things are meant to be. Then ending with something so fleeting and free. Quite a tale!
The end line was really good.
“…something as structurally unsound as love.” Tremedous line. Wish I’d written it.