Lonely Hearts



Kevin and Marilyn sat quietly, watching the snow fall out of the big window in Marilyn's apartment. She had insisted that he come over rather than going to a restaurant. She cooked, and he brought wine and dessert. It had been a delicious meal, and now they sat in one chair. Marilyn leaned her head on Kevin's shoulder and they watched their world become covered in a blanket of white flurries.

"It looks magical." Marilyn sighed.

"It certainly does," Kevin agreed,looking from the snowy landscape to Marilyn's deep brown eyes. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

"That sound wonderful."

They got their coats and walked arm in arm through the city, not even feeling the freezing wind. They were too focused on each other to care how cold it was.