An old maid, the local gossips whispered. Never got over her first love.
I saw her as I walked to school. She would sit on that white chair, drinking tea, alone at the end of her garden.
Until the day I saw her bring out a second chair, a sparkle in her eyes. And on her left hand.
This picture from Kat made me feel all romantic! Write a story inspired by the photo prompt in 280 characters or less. Kat Myrman’s weekly Twittering Tales challenge