Thank you to our host Rochelle for yet another interesting picture prompt, for this week’s Friday Ficioneers. More story contributions from the group HERE.
Secret Gardens
Rolf kissed my neck and asked, “Do I really love him? “
“Whatever we do remains private,” he said.
We strolled, bumbling in the Tiergarten, Berlin.
He coaxed me along under an archway of roses.
Secluded, silent and among giant ferns.
“It’ll be amazing, Anne; you’ll see.”
Oh no! This was not how I imagined our first date.
He pushed the ferns aside and pulled me onto a street.
I looked around at the buildings; we were in Montreal.
Fantastic.
Rolf had revealed to me the secret gateway for world travel,
through magical gardens.
If only I could ditch Rolf?
James McEwan 