“Take my hand,” Luke said softy to Maria as he gently led her onto the boat. With the stars and moonlit sky above them, they rowed away from the shore. Silence surrounded them as Luke pulled a ring from his pocket, knelt down before Maria and proposed.
“Yes! Of course I will!”
Sixteen years later, while staring at the abandoned boat, memories from that fateful night flooded Luke’s mind. The storm had come out of nowhere. He had held onto Maria with all his might, but the wind-raged waves proved too strong for him. In a blink, she was gone.
This is a part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.