Locked Forever by Juliet Boyd

posted 18 Apr 2016, 12:24 by Juliet Boyd   [ updated 20 Apr 2016, 10:40 ]
Arthur took Jean’s hand in his and pushed the back door open .

She scrunched up her face. “It’s cold, Arthur. I don’t want to go out.”

He almost told her it was her fault. That she was the one who’d wanted a winter wedding, which was why she’d had a winter anniversary every year. For fifty years.

He chose something else. “You won’t regret it.” He hoped that was true.

She stared into his eyes for a second, searching, before acquiescing.

They stopped under the apple tree and he pulled the lock from his jacket pocket. It was pink, with both their names, hers above his, a heart between them.

“You know you’ve always wanted to put a lock on one of those bridges?” She nodded. her glistening eyes flitted from the lock to the short length of chain hung on the branches before them. “I thought we could do our own. That way, we can look out on it every day.”

“You know this is going to make us late for the party?”

“That one we’re not supposed to know about?”

“That’s the one.” She grinned. “I suppose they’ll have to wait.”

He held his hand over hers and they reached up and clicked the lock closed as one. It was a satisfying sound. Solid. Like their marriage.

She raised a playful eyebrow as she looked into his eyes. “Does this mean I’m stuck with you now?”

“Absolutely, unless you can find the key.” He held said key to his parted lips.

“Don’t you dare.”

“This, then.” He threw it into the bushes, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “We should go as we are, if we’re not supposed to know.”

“You’re wearing a tie.”

“Do I have to?”

“Arthur Bailey!”

He held up his hands.

Another fifty years? If only.


Inspiration from this post by @noyomoco on Instagram.