Crimson Creative #289Ā - The Rendezvous
The phone rang. She whispered, āHello,ā. āNereida, meet me at our usual spot at the beach byĀ the wooden bench.ā ~~~~~~ Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time theyād met. He was walking with a metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky.Ā He had glanced her way. Ā āDo you always photograph people passing by?ā he said. āNo, only theā¦
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