The morning sun began to rise, sending a cotton-like fog across the bridge covered water. It reminded Hugh of the early morning coffee he and Stella enjoyed together at least twice a week.
They’d allowed their feet to dangle from the edge at a time when they were still dangerously in love.
Their meetings chanced the discovery of a frowned upon relationship, Hugh, fifty-one, Stella, barely nineteen, found themselves trapped by what one could give the other. Hugh’s experience was mind blowing for the young lady, and her lack there of, did the same for him, something that could’ve bonded them forever.
Their cricket baited hooks vigorously splashed into the murky water as they cast their rods, the sound always sent Hugh’s hand immediately to Stella’s. A gentle touch was how it always began.
Hugh would laugh, claiming worms would’ve lured a more significant catch, right before his lips would meet hers. Truthfully, neither cared to reel in anything, except one another.
Hugh wasn’t shocked when he drove by Stella skipping down the sidewalk, tugging on the hand of a younger guy. She turned to give her old friend a subtle nod.
Hugh chuckled, stopped at the light, geared down and let the engine of his fifty-nine bel air rumble. Hugh knew that her memories of him would keep her satisfied for years to come.
Since that day, he’s not left the lake empty handed and that’s just fine with him. You win some, you lose some but you always remember the good ones.
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