Snapshots through time: Francis sees Marie-Anne

The Kiss

The Kiss

Francis tried not to stare as Miss Marie-Ann walked past him, she looked good but then she always did.

Usually accompanied by her sister or brother she was alone today, and she came closer.

“Good Morning,”

Francis checked the time and grinned, “More like afternoon today but –” The words died on his lips as he locked eyes with her for the first time. She gasped and he felt a strange sensation pass through him and he was suddenly filled with the conviction that he would love her forever. The thought both startled and scared him. He looked around quickly before ducking his head and getting back to fixing the fence.

Miss Marie-Ann waited; he could feel her watching him for a long time before she walked away, when he looked up again it was to find her still watching him, the sensation and feeling of breathlessness shocked his system again.

It was not the last time he would see her, she kept passing by, every day, stopping to talk, at first he tried to keep the conversation to a minimum, but it was almost impossible to resist her, she was like the sun, her appeal magnetic.

They fell hard and fast, times were changing but not fast enough for their love to survive such a volatile climate. Staying together was causing their relatively peaceful town to choose and violence kept erupting between the two races.

She struck a deal that broke his heart, even more so when he found a letter she had left for him at the fence.

Throwing all caution to the wind, he refused to let their love die and consign her to a life of misery.

She agreed to meet one last time near the tracks.

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