By Scott Aaron Dombrowski
He walked the path, crossing the red bridge which hung over the lazy creek. She broke through the trees, sun reflecting on her gold curls.
He had always believed in love at first sight since her eyes met his. He was nine. Upon reflection, he thought she was a year or two older. It seemed that way now.
She gently took his hand and motioned for him to slip off his shoes. They stepped into the pool. Minnows nibbled on their toes.
He meant to get her name this time, but forgot in the moment…again. Maybe next time he could.
Lovely
Nice
That’s life…lovely