By Lydia Storm
They were old and forgetful but both loved nature. Passing in the hallway, he’d say “gardenia” and she “chrysanthemum.” Every day was a new life, so they could see who they remembered in one another. Prom dates, spouses, secret lovers. They began favoring floral perfumes and the strong colors of summer gardens, she birdlike in a yellow jumper, he treelike in a bright-green cardigan. It was he who started the practice of waltzing after lunch. The green tree and the yellow bird. His hand held out to her, her delighted gasp, their bone-deep rhythm, their whispers as weightless as hummingbird wings.
Great!
Beautiful story!
Beautiful and evocative.
Superb! You certainly have a way with words.
This is enchanting! And it proves a story needn’t have tension to succeed. I just learned something new. Thank you, Lydia!
Stirring expression of nature and human nature! Lovely!
Beautiful!
Vivid imagery. Good job.
Beautiful! You certainly can paint a picture with words.
What a lovely story, thank you for sharing this. 🙂
So beautiful!
Ahhh, that’s so sweet! ?
images are beautiful
I love this. Thank you!