Time and Tide


Photo © David Stewart


She waited impatiently. The sun was almost at the apex. Reaching out, she ran her fingers along the surface of the old tarnished bell.

“The flowers look lovely this year,” he said.

She gasped and turned. He looked like one of the tour guides, but their clothes were costume and his were real. The wind blew and the bell chimed softly. He wound his fingers through hers.

“I’ve missed you, love,” he said.

He returned for twelve hours once a year on this, the anniversary of his death. This wasn’t how they had planned eternity together, but it was enough.


47 thoughts on “Time and Tide

  1. I like the twist at the end as well. I also like the description of how the tour guides’ uniforms were costumes. It may have sounded better if there was a period on the second ‘but’ in that sentence. Lol, sorry, I’m beginning to think being an English Tutor is more of a curse than a blessing!

  2. You are on fire. This was brilliant…. oh wait. Okay, it’s good, but I just realized what your inspiration for this was, and I’ll just leave it as brilliant and scold you privately. The writing’s great though… the bit about the clothes was a really nice touch, darling.

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