Welcome to Saturday Centus, Friday edition. I've been gone on a two week family vacation and have missed weeks four and five. Though I can't get in on those linkys, I'm still accepting the challenge. Look for those two later. For now, here's my take on this week's prompt, in bold italics. For other great Centus tales (which you have only 100 words to complete, not counting the prompt) please visit the fab Jenny Matlock. This challenging meme is her brilliant idea.
It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades. Sighing, she remembers that verdant scent, the summer haze, tousled blanket, legs intwined. Smiles exchanged, giggles shared. Did we really finish that wine? Too bad. I feel silly, want to be sillier. Kisses. Caresses. But time is her nemesis. She watches him drive away, waving from his convertible, charismatic grin firmly in place. And resolution, too. Resolution she reluctantly shares. These stolen moments had to end, she knew that. Taking a last deep breath, saving it all, she walks back to her car, her life. Which cannot include him. And now sitting in her wheelchair, she remembers it all.
Other great Centus tales are found here.