Daily Prompt: Sail

via Daily Prompt: Sail

She held his hand as they walked through the dark alley ways, anticipation coursing through her veins.  She trusted him, she liked him a lot, and she was starting to wonder if she loved him.

They soon reached a quiet little area that branched out into a fairly empty lot, within feet of the delta.  She saw a little folding table set up with two little folding chairs.  Nothing fancy, but also nothing sweeter.  He lit a single candle and seated her facing the open water.

She knew just a few blocks down there would be people lined shoulder to shoulder, pressing for a better view of the display that was about to begin.  She knew there would be excitement in the air, hoots and hollers when it began, and horns honking when it was finished.

She preferred being right here where she didn’t have to fight anyone or share her beloved with another soul.  He pulled his chair next to hers and pulled out a basket that was hidden under the table’s cloth. He poured a couple beverages into the best glass tumblers he could muster, and they clinked glasses.  She noticed the sparkle in his eye, and she loved his extra effort.

They may not have much, but they had each other.  He unfurled a couple of sandwiches from the plastic bags in which they were wrapped and set them on paper plates.  He created a mini mountain of potato chips, her favorite flavor nonetheless, next to the sandwiches and gave a quick cheer.

She felt so cherished, so loved, so special.  He knew how to make the most out of the little that they had.  She knew he didn’t mind her tattered dress or her holey shoes.  He loved her so much more than skin deep, and his willingness to work so hard to prepare this meal melted her heart.

Before she could over think it, the fireworks started.  They boomed loudly, screamed high into the sky, and exploded in a beautiful display above them.  One after another, they sailed high, over the tree line, and erupted straight up over the top of their table.  The color captured her visually, and the loud explosions drummed out the rest of her world.

She was taken aback, but she noticed he had refilled her pile of chips from his own.  She knew he had a physical job, and he needed all the nourishment he could get.  He was already so thin, and he was so young, but he was willing to give whatever he had to her.  He was the epitome of a real partner in life.  He rested his hand on her thigh, and she sneaked the rest of her sandwich onto his plate.

When the entertainment was over, he looked over at her with those eyes that saw the real her, the deep down true her and he loved her just the same.  He brought his hand up very gently, caressed her cheek and leaned in for a kiss that she was more than happy to return.  Their love had set course to a destination not yet known, through uncharted waters, but she was willing to set sail with him for better or for worse.

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