He leapt the gate, eager to embrace she who had promised to wait forever for him. He saw a movement behind the window. Her adorable face stared longingly past him, aged now, but still beautiful. Elated, he called her name, but she continued to gaze sadly through him. Loudly he repeated her name over and over, but received no recognition. Devasted, he walked slowly away.
Her heart had momentarily leapt. She thought she had seen her long lost love, young and handsome in his soldier’s uniform, but he would be an old man now. His ghost shimmered and disappeared.
©Jane Paterson Basil
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