WIP it Up - Work in Progress and Hump Day. Thanks Melody Parks - this blog hop always wakes me up that the week is half over and if I haven't done any writing, I better get started.
This is definitely a WIP, I've been working on it for a couple of years, I've edited, and
re-edited and I am still working on this story. I like it, I just can't seem to let it go. Let me know what you think of the premise and if I should continue or just let it go.
This is a story of a middle-aged couple. Part of it is reverie but the majority is in the present and a capsulization of their life during the course of their 30+ year marriage and a look into their relationship and how it affects their grown children.
The first time she saw him; he was getting out of a long sleek limousine. Wearing a white Oxford cloth shirt, open from the neckline with the sleeves rolled up and tucked neatly into jeans, which looked molded to his body, she didn’t think his legs would ever stop coming out of the car door. When her eyes finally reached his face, it reminded her of chiseled stone. His ebony hair curled slightly at the back of his neck, with gray/blue eyes fringed with dark black lashes. She adjusted her eyes accordingly when he emerged; he had to be at least 6’8” and 4 feet of him had to be legs. Beautiful was the only word she could think of to describe him and even that didn’t define the reality of him. She nearly fainted right there in the street. She didn’t believe she would ever swoon over someone, and here she was doing it over a stranger.
Now, thirty years later his black hair was slightly peppered with gray. He was beautiful as ever, and she still swooned, but this time those blue/gray eyes were searching the crowd looking for her and when he found her, she could see the love as he strode forward to embrace her. He took her hand, and they walked into the theatre together.