"Western love" - #littlebitstories
The last time he had seen her was here on a Spring afternoon. She had said she was headed East to be a lobsterman. She longed for snow, rain, and fog. She had left the wild flowers he picked her by an oak tree. When she left, he stared at the flowers, partly wanting to take them with him.
Thirteen months later, she called. She said she missed the clay sun-baked land, the always clear skies, and him.
They met here again. Her nose and cheeks were red from the ocean wind, her hair longer.
She had a book with her. She handed it to him.
"Open page 49," she told him.
Pressed inside were the flowers he had picked for her. The pages smelled of the salty Eastern sea.
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