Pressed against the sea wall, she pulls him closer, eyes shut and fingers grasping at his hair. Her skirt rides higher and a flash of skin as pale as a lost memory transfixes me. Sitting in my deckchair, joints aching, the sun drying my skin, I drag my gaze away and stare at the horizon, trying to remember that feeling.
jcmontgomery
You’ve captured the title perfectly, even though overall the story seems a bittersweet one.
Peter Davidson replied
Yes, bitter-sweet was indeed the point. Thanks for reading and commenting!
Hilary Robertshaw
Gosh this tugs the heartstrings. Beautifully written Peter.