The first in a few offerings thanks to prompts supplied by the lovely lily moonlight. Prompts were 'sun beams' and 'close your eyes'.
Enjoy :) x
"I wondered where you got to," he smiled, coming to mirror her stance as he leaned his arms against the railing of the bridge.
She had been staring at the ducks swimming below, an occasional smile tilting her lips as he walked the path to her.
"Needed to get out of the lab," she smiled, "It looked too beautiful out to spend all day cooped up behind a computer."
"Agreed," he said, having had the same idea after exhausting all the angles he could turn his monitor to before working became impossible. The sun was determined to shine on the screen, a downside to an office with glass walls. "What brought you here?"
"I used to come here as a kid. I had convinced myself it was the bridge from 'Mary Poppins'."
He looked at her blankly.
"You know, when they've jumped into the painting and they're walking to the fairground? And they have that moment where they tell each other they're having a 'real swell time'. Or something."
He smirked. "I don't think I've ever watched it."
She turned to him. "You've never wa- 'Mary Poppins'? With Julie Andrews? Dick Van Dyke? The talking umbrella- none of this ringing a bell?"
He grinned at her surprise, "I know of it but I can't say I ever saw it."
"Oh Mac," she laid a hand on his arm. "I mourn for your childhood."
He laughed, his head shaking slightly.
"It was my absolute favourite." She spun so her back was against the railing. "'It's one of those films I watch when I'm sick and I'm under blankets and all cosey," her shoulders had scrunched up and her arms had crossed over her chest.
"I was more for a John Wayne western. I wanted to be a cowboy when I grew up until I was about nine."
"My Mom got me a horse riding lesson for my birthday and I fell off and broke my arm. I learned to appreciate them from a distance after that."
"Please, please, please tell me there are photographs of little Mac in his spurs and stetson."
"I'm sure there are but you're never going to see them," he laughed.
"Spoilsport," she tried to frown but the amusement that sparkled in her eyes negated the sentiment.
The sun broke from behind the trees then and reflected into the lake, the ripples from the ducks paths sparkling as they travelled the banks.
She tilted her head up to the sky, her eyes closing as she revelled at the heat on her face. Winter was beginning to fade into spring, the lighter nights and brighter days becoming more common. The trees around them bristled in the breeze, each leaf a different vibrant shade of green, yellow, red, pink...
He liked seeing her like this; relaxed, comfortable, dare he even say happy. She heaved a consented sigh before turning to look at him with a smile.
"Close your eyes," he said softly.
She looked at him sceptically but did as told as his hand reached for her face. He pinched her cheek lightly before announcing, "Make a wish."
She opened her eyes and looked down at his outstretched finger, a single eyelash curled on the tip.
Her gaze glanced to his face as she considered the moment. She had many wishes, for herself and her friends, but which one to balance on the sheer impossibility and juvenility of a fallen eyelash?
She closed her eyes again and gently blew.
She smiled she looked to him again, "Do you think that counts as littering?"
He smirked, "I think we can let that one slide."
As if on cue, both of their cell phones trilled to life, eliciting a sigh from each owner. "Real life beckons."