The Persistence of Memory Ch 03
The Third Picture I looked into the box and I took out a another picture. Again you were the centre of the picture, it was evening and behind you a balcony rail and the lights of the city below us. I saw the straps of a short black dress and I smiled at the remembrance of what happened that balmy night. It was a night that seemed to speak of the magic of romance, the full moon shone on the the city below the hill that the hotel stood on.. We had decided to eat in our room and a warmth in the...