[Drabble] Sunset
The clockwork girl never asks me, "Do you remember?" I never do.
But sometimes, when the wind is crisp and chill, and my tree positively drips apples, I can recall things. I know that we have sat in the gazebo together, a pot of tea between us. I know that I have been inside her dreams and she in mine. I know that we have bent our heads together over freshly baked scones in the mornings and in the evenings we have walked down the lane, arm in arm, watching the sunset while we whisper each others secrets and laugh sadly.
But sometimes, when the wind is crisp and chill, and my tree positively drips apples, I can recall things. I know that we have sat in the gazebo together, a pot of tea between us. I know that I have been inside her dreams and she in mine. I know that we have bent our heads together over freshly baked scones in the mornings and in the evenings we have walked down the lane, arm in arm, watching the sunset while we whisper each others secrets and laugh sadly.