A little bit of bloodlust by Willowdot21
Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – Steps prompt.
They had always met at the Apothecary on the steps leading up the bridge. They would push through the hustle and bustle their hearts leaping at the sight of eachother.
Every evening they would meet and they would spend the hours of darkness lost in eachother. Happy memories of love and his life.
That was centuries ago and there had been many since but none had ever held that tight to her heart. Marco had been her first love, she had done all she could to turn him. He had refused her but stayed with her until he died. She remembered the fateful evening he was there waiting in the doorway. He was by then a man in his early sixties …handsome still, affluent she had seen to that.
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