August 12, 2012
The evening grows colder now, as the last light from the setting sun fades from sight. She looks at the water as the fog starts to form its thick blanket she sighs, it was clear to her now that he wasn't going to show. She starts to walk away when a hand touches her sholder her heart thumps, it was him the one she has been waiting for the identity of her secret admirer would finally be revealed.
By Mandi Bolyard Copy Wrighted 7/3/12