Evening 4. The walkway of the Courthouse. Sunset and evening star.

"We have to do this again," he said.

"I think....no." She said.

"You're probably right," he said. "I'm going to be married soon, anyway."

She nodded. And, since the sky was clear, and darkening with emptiness, she left her open, pink umbrella on the terrazo and departed.

Rain Frames