They’d been driving along the coast road defying the storm moving in. Starr loved this weather and the sea crashing against the cliffs beneath them. Bradley thought they should detour to a lighthouse, the road just around the bend. “We have that picnic basket and the wine.” Starr smiled.
Rain began to fall as they pulled in. She hurried toward the door and found it unlocked. Bradley stepped in basket in hand and gasped as Starr bounded up the twisted stairway to the lantern. She threw the glass door and her arms open in an embrace. “I love you truly, madly, deeply!!!!!”
“The prompt this week…:
…Truly, Madly, Deeply…”