Crimson Creative #289 - The Rendezvous
The phone rang. She whispered, “Hello,”. “Nereida, meet me at our usual spot at the beach by the wooden bench.” ~~~~~~ Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with a metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way. “Do you always photograph people passing by?” he said. “No, only the…
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