An Enchanted Place

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.

*TLT*

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