Romance, Under the Silver Moon
Moonlight hit the ground, painting its silver glow on the grass, the trees, the lake, the bridge, and the couple sitting on the bench together holding each other close. A cool autumn breeze blew the fallen leaves off the ground, fluttering them into the air.
The two souls on the bench were in love.
Forever and ever.
“I love you,” the man said.
“And I love you,” the woman responded.
Their memories came back to them on the first day of their marriage: a small wedding in the church; the passionate honeymoon; the first day in their new life together; their first child–a daughter, a blessing from God; their first home painted white with red shutters, a red door, a huge porch, and a bed of flowers underneath the living room window.
Life had been good to them.
Even when the woman had a miscarriage, they had tried over and over until God blessed them with a son. Now, they had two children to carry on their family name. Their family’s bloodline.
Forever and ever.
So many wonderful years.
The man held the woman close, softly kissing her on the temple. Then her forehead. Her cheek. Her lips.
She kissed him back.
Love radiated off of their bodies.
The night passed, bringing the first signs of the morning. Birds chirped. Squirrels ran about, digging up buried nuts. The sun blazed and started to show itself. The world was waking up.
“We had best be going, Margret,” the man said.
“True, Charles. Very true,” the woman replied.
The sky began to lighten up, becoming a pleasant shade of blue. Clouds drifted around a bright, rising sun.
The couple rose up and walked straight into the lake where they had perished not so long ago. They had lost control of their car and run off of the bridge into the water, sinking straight to the bottom. Frantically, they tried to open their windows, but couldn’t. Water came rushing inside, filling the space to the brim instantly. The vehicle became a metal tomb. A metal casket.
They held hands as their bloated, swollen bodies submerged under the water until it eventually covered their heads. Footprints trailed behind in the dirt leaving pieces of decayed, decomposed flesh. Even their long but not forgotten presence would remain on the river bank.
Forever and ever.