The following photo is the PHOTO PROMPT, a cool picture for hot days, depending on your side of the globe. Where does it take you? Tell us in a hundred words or less.
|Photo credit: Dee Lovering|
Why on earth had she agreed to meet Tom at the pavilion?
It was so cold it was unbearable. Emily’s fingers and toes were numb. She’d worn her fur lined boots, leather gloves over woollen gloves to try and look smart, a hat with ear muffs, a scarf she’d spent hours knitting herself, her thick coat caught some snowflakes, dirty white against the thick fabric. Her nose was probably red and dripping.
Then she spied Tom tramping over the snow. She saw his smile as he caught her eye. Now she knew why she had stood in the cold waiting.
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