It had been ten years.
Every day she’d visited the mooring where he’d long ago tied up his boat; where he’d knelt before her, his heart in his eyes, and asked her to wait for him.
But she was tired of waiting.
This post is for Sonya’s 3 Line Tales. This prompt was a regular in my blogging schedule a few years ago and it’s great to see it still going strong.
*photo by Clarissa Carbungco via Unsplash