Red Tail Lights
A snapshot
One night was all they had, borrowed
time.
Precious time.
A chance meeting at a lunch party.
An evening on the beach.
A picnic.
Champagne and strawberries on a red
gingham cloth.
Walking in the water; shallow waves
breaking over bare feet.
Tender kisses in the glow of sunset,
The breeze off the sea lifting their
hair.
The summer night casting its magic
spell.
He couldn’t stay; work would take him
to a far off land.
One night was all they had.
Those footsteps would never be walked
again.
He took her home.
One last kiss.
The last she saw of him were the red
tail lights of his car receding into the darkness of the lane.
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