Magnificent in claret, rows of studs gleamed in golden sunlight.
For years she waited, longing for him to return.
She'd dress her legs in black silk stockings and high-heels that he loved.
She'd remember their hungry kisses His fingers found places only he ever knew. One blissful night of passion.
And, she waits
"Madam?"
She shivered. Her body aches in the frigid dawn.
"Did he come?"
"No, Madam."
Wrinkled hands caress their once beautiful Chaise Lounge. Another casualty of war.
"Tonight... maybe tonight."