|Copyright – Björn Rudberg|
"Let's run away," she whispered.
"Where shall we go?" I moved in closer.
"To an island far away," her eyes sparkled, "With coastal cliffs, cascading waterfalls and lush green plantations."
"And our house?" I asked.
"Will be set in a vineyard with terraced fields of emerald hue."
"Our own Castillo de los Sueños."
"A castle of dreams" she smiled "with a shed to store the wine."
"I want one with a sloping tin roof," I held her hand.
"I grant you your wish," smilingly she closed her eyes.
The Hospital log recorded the time of death at 11:45 PM
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99