#FiveSentenceFiction: Thunder

In Lauenburg

The river flows, grey on grey, and fast is the Elbe.

Through the wet cobbled streets, past the old mariner observing the clouds, we walk hand in hand.

So dark the sky, so fast the clouds, when we see her, behind the window.

You smile, she smiles, you have acknowledged each other.

For like you she’s beautiful, and her gesture enticing, like yours…