Every grain of the beach sand started glistening as the setting sun rays waved them good bye.
The middle aged man and woman found their way towards the rock they claimed as their own. Loving an inanimate object, as hard as a rock, assures emotional feelings attached to it.
It was the prime site to view the sunset, moreover it was where they had declared their love. Good enough reasons to love a big, dull colored round stone which they named as “love rock.”
That rock was their favorite spot for 32 years. Before marriage their beach visits happened every weekend carrying rustic bread rolls, unique to Reiners Bread & Snack shop. They talked, they laughed, and they shared the snack which remained his favorite. They sat silently. They were in love.
Getting married changed up their routines. Their already infrequent beach visits dwindled, it was merely twice or thrice after starting a family.
When life demanded relocation to assume increased responsibilities, they obeyed. The love rock and the bread rolls stayed in their heart but were no more in their life. The couple missed them both very dearly. Fantastic events of the initial decades of marriage gave away to run-of-the-mill days.
The humdrum encouraged them to go back to the familiar place. They decided to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary at the love rock with just the Reiners bread rolls and wine taken in a basket.
In the evening, they reached the beach. Both of them enjoyed a regained life. They sat on the love rock silently. The sky appeared lovely with a blaze of pinks and oranges.
Suddenly he spoke.
“Will you ever forget me?”
She was startled by the completely unrelated question.
Before she could respond he shivered, went numb and was seen lying on the rock leaving off the snack basket. The bread pieces fell off his hand onto the rock.
A cry for help was all that she could remember. All efforts proved fruitless, for he had started his return journey too early.
Ten days after the funeral she visited the beach. She believed he was still lying there on the rock, expecting her.
All she found were the mouldy bread rolls left by him on the rock.
“Oh dear, you left those for me, didn’t you?” She cried.
“I know…I know…that’s why it’s untouched by ants and birds. You definitely left them for me…”
People noted the woman insanely picking up something from the rock, and eating.