Natalie

It was such a nice honey-moon and Dan had been so sweet the whole time. On the second day in France we went to a bridge in Avignon. It was nice and sunny but I’d forgotten a hat so Dan bought me one from a stall. After I put it on, we walked across the bridge, hand in hand, and we were just quietly talking and laughing when Dan came to a stop. “What is it?” I asked. “Look in front of you.” So I did. I hadn’t realised, because I’d been staring at Dan, that the bridge had ended. Half way across the river.