The tram clutters its way clumsily up the slow incline; its bell clanking noisily to notify those nearby of its presence. She laughs at its wheezy passing as she imagines that she and her husband sound something similar as they slowly make their way up the low, broad steps. She turns to study the man walking beside her. The aqua and white stripes of his t-shirt stretch to accommodate the generous belly that makes him ideal for the role of Santa that he plays for the local children at the end of every year. His profile is one she has studied for 46 years and slept beside for 43.
As they draw level to the dark red door, he suddenly catches her gaze and smiles slowly, knowingly: the arm he has wrapped across her lower back squeezing her closer. The startling light grey of his eyes twinkle merrily at her and she smiles widely at his mischievously-contagious grin. Theirs is an intimately shared secret.
Across the road and four steps up from where they now stood, was where he asked her to become his wife. As she stares at the spot, she can clearly see them as they had been on that day: he dressed in a navy t-shirt and the beige boarder shorts with the pocket over the bum that she had admired on their first meeting and she in a floral print dress with the gathered waist that she had pick up for a song in a second hand shop that had long since closed and passed out of memory.
She remembers the surprise and joy that lit up his face when she said yes. The way he gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders, slowly drew her up against him and then rested his right cheek against hers. He’d taken a long, deep breath that caused his chest to brush lightly across her nipples – sending a jolt of pleasure that left her dizzy. And when he exhaled “Thank You” against her ear, she had been unable to do anything more than spread her hands against his back and tremble.
As her thoughts slowly return to the present day, she gazes again at her husband. After all the time they have spent together, this is what she loves most about him. Every time that they pass that dark red door, he looks at her, smiles that slow, knowing grin and touches her. And together, they walk up those four steps until they are stood across the road from the point that marks the start of her greatest happiness.
This piece was written and submitted as part of WordPress.com’s Weekly Writing Challenge. The writing challenges are designed to “help you to push your writing boundaries, show off your blogging chops, and, hopefully, spark more post ideas”. The posts should be specifically written in response to the challenge set.
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