Fiction Saturday – Continued
Davis wasn’t late the next morning. He showed up on time and he was carrying one white rose. Laura blushed.
After another leisurely breakfast they walked down by the shore of the Bay. The fog had stayed out at sea and the Golden Gate Bridge dominated the view, it’s towers vaulting into the sky. As they strolled beside the magnificent sailing yachts and watched skeins of pelicans skim the surface of the Bay, these two transplants from other lives held hands and knew that something was happening that they hadn’t planned on. And they let it happen.