Rik and Val met at Art college – got married in the spring of their freshmen semester. Val fell pregnant with their twin boys soon after; Rik earned just about enough between his paintings and job at the Deli to keep the young family together.
Forty years on from that first stolen look across a crowded cafe they’re still together. Rik forever entranced by her innocent beauty – the silken blond locks, the playful smile on her lips. His increasingly clumsy brushstrokes can never truly do her justice, but these days it’s all he has.
‘Happy Valentines, my love,’ he whispers, as a single tear falls from his cheek.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.