PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
She’s going to get her heart broken. It will be brutal and bloody and awful and I will have to watch. Those are my only thoughts as I make the arduous trek to the top of the hill, where she is sitting. Her face is set and angry and she is pouting like a little girl. She looks so young and beautiful, with the golden, late afternoon sun hitting her face like that. She stands as I approach.
“Let’s plan your wedding.”
She squeals and pulls me into a hug, and I decide to be happy.