The Shy Budding of Spring

She was sitting on a bench beneath the willow tree. Her hands folded neatly on her lap, her victorian gown holding all the blossoms of an apple tree.He offered out his hand to that lady. Until then, she had not know how shy she could be for she had never seen such a bright and beautiful man. Dressed in a suit of black felt was he, and sporting an iris in his buttonhole.

Happy for the first time in her life she put her hand in his  and he smiled for her. And they smiled.

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