We had grown up together but, at 75, the years had not dimmed her beauty one bit. I smiled as I recalled all the times her magnificent scarlet span had seen me safely to and from my busy life in the City so many years ago. It was fitting that she should take me on this final passage home.
I gave the old girl a kiss, and as I leapt into the cold, fierce wind, one delicate shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the top of the bridge’s south tower with such beauty that I longed for just one moment more.
But I could not turn back time.
This post is in response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt “scarlet.”