The outline of a couple merged momentarily with a small pool of light cast by the globe on the lamppost. The fog absorbed the world beyond this sanctuary.
He was dressed as a gentleman. His top hat made his 6 foot frame seem even longer. She a recent widow, hidden behind a black veil and an unadorned black dress. She stumbled from the raw emotions that flooded her mind. She lightly placed her hand on the gentleman’s arm.
“Shall we get my carriage now, my dear?” he asked solicitously , looking down at her trim body, hearing the rustle of her skirts. He imagined her red-rimmed eyes set in perfect harmony with her creamy complexion, her lips red, inviting. Love. Lust.
“No,” she answered. “I want to go to the bridge.”
“Is that wise?” he asked – momentarily panic rising in his chest.
“Yes,” she answered firmly. “That he chose to leave us, to take,” she hesitated, “his own life. I must see where he jumped.”
The gentleman let out a long breath, the thumping in his chest subsided. He doubted she had even noticed. Jumped, yes jumped was a good word.
For Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday, Word Bank September 12, 2014