Daily Writing Prompt

It was the love of his hand that touched the grace of her cheek. Basking in the afternoon sun, the year was 1959.. A large orchard vailed the hollow of the two young lovers, his nineteen years held him well in the New Orleans surroundings. The young girl held a parasol, twirling it as if to playfully display her affection. Her sunlit hair shone like altering rainbows spun together. As the wind blew fast upon the quick of the surrounding viewers, it sung of a wedding. They had become by the gift of god, husband and wife universal, bound in love. For them there was no father no mother just the gleaming love between, eternal youth for they were in fact immortal, beckoned by the mythological father of fiction..
copyright Written by Diana Dyck