Sarah Ann, the girl with golden curls wrapped in pink ribbons. Kevin’s secret crush, the object of many stolen glances and bashful smiles.
Still painfully shy, he fondly recalled wishful childhood imaginings he never outgrew. Seeing her picture recently reignited old feelings. It was finally time to tell her how he felt. Rehearsing it in his mind, rose in hand, he made his way across town.
Standing at the gate, Kevin summoned his nerve before walking in. There, at the stone angel, he paused, tracing her name in the granite heart before pouring out his own.
No more words left unsaid.
Beautiful
Thank you, Mary.
By the time I got to “stone angel”, there was a tear in my eye. Simply beautiful, Lisa.
Oh Susan, thank you! ?
I tried to put a smiling face on my comment to you, but it is showing as a ?. Always appreciate your comments, Susan. Thank you!
You’re welcome, Lisa. I always love your stories, but I found this one especially touching.
Sad.
(That’ll teach him to procrastinate)
Thanks for your comment, Cathy.
I like the twist in the tale. This is a poignant story.
Thank you, Derek.
Another great one Lisa.
Thank you so much, my friend!
Great Story!
Thank you, Joanna.
Great, wonderful. Impressive use of sensory words.
Thanks for your comment, I.R.
Excellent story…nice work!
Thanks for your kind comment, Bruce.
Wow, beautiful!!
Thank you, Louise!