#Dailyprompt freewrite Writing Prompt by the @daily.prompt, from @freewritehouse
In the village of Willowbrook that turned into as quiet as the antique-age cobblestone streets, wherein Alice and Mark shared their love as undying as the age-old cosmopolis. each night they had a sluggish walk, keeping hands, and the happy voices of them were mixed with the whisper of the leaves. through all the difficult instances, they were still their as soon as supply of solace. With the autumn breeze, they encountered an vintage couple who had been on a lined bench, where the grasped aged palms of the couple were telling centuries of their lives together. show-clever, Alice had the startling whisper to Mark; "let's be similar to them, dearie, allow's proportion the affection until we're grey and vintage." Enthralled, they vowed to every other, to treasure and share the love, understanding that the magic turned into now not best found however made, a little piece of heaven every day.