The show was not very good and we left soon after it started and slowly ambled along in the June evening sun. We walked along the seafront, through the whalebone arch and sat sharing a bag of chips while watching the sun set behind the Abbey.
On the way back to the Royal Crescent, you talked about watching out for vampires and I laughed at you.
I shouldn’t have.
They might not have been resident in Whitby but they’d seen us laughing as we left that stupid show.
I wish I’d proposed that night and not saved it for York.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
On the way back to the Royal Crescent, you talked about watching out for vampires and I laughed at you.
I shouldn’t have.
They might not have been resident in Whitby but they’d seen us laughing as we left that stupid show.
I wish I’d proposed that night and not saved it for York.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
Copyright -John Nixon
