Writer & Explorer

Paris was crowded with out of towners, the air was warm and the city was seen in a haze through their dewy eyes. The stress of an alien city didn’t exist; they were never lost, just wandering. They decided that they weren’t ripped off, but paid over the odds and the rubberised fish at a late night supper was narrated as an experience, rather than a failure. The small shops were stuffed with souvenirs which seemed made just for them, the trinkets telling their story succinctly.

The return to their home town and cooler evenings was when the romance began to slow, but they continued to hold hands and experimented with less extravagant romance, staying in and attempting daring recipes in a shabby shared kitchen. As summer faded one began to construct plans for the future while the other wanted to carve out time to work on a project alone.

The affair had been firework fierce, but on a cold damp day in November all the fuel had been consumed and final goodbyes were said. The crisp used-up leaves of romance fluttered to the hardened ground.