Speed
If anyone were to look to the sky, they may have been astounded. Yet, it was night-time and that decision had been consciously made. No lady should be seen in such a state.
The breeze whipped the hair around her face and her cheeks flushed crimson, more so than usual. Mary had only one thought on her mind.
She had made a promise and she did not take those lightly.
Big Ben was close to chiming. She could see it from the clouds.
Furrowing her brow, she sped ahead, her eyes almost closing from the rush of wind. Her hand was gripped firmly on the handle of her umbrella. It had complained more than once but she ignored it.
Eventually, she slowed down. Almost to a halt. She remained there, hovering in the air, surveying the area below. A sole figure was visible, alone in the park. They were sitting on the edge of a statue. Neleus, to be precise. No doubt they had had a wonderful conversation. Reminiscing of brighter times.
Times that were still to be had.
Mary lowered herself down, a little faster than usual.
He must have felt it, his head shooting up almost instantly at the touch of a breeze against his neck. With his usual grin, he sprang to his feet, his worn shoes hitting against the stone.
"Mary!"
She practically fell into his arms, clinging tightly around his neck. Her cheeks flushed even more, if that were possible. But anything was possible when they were together.
They pressed their lips together. The statues and stars averted their gaze; it would have been impolite otherwise.
"Oh, Bert!" She pulled her lips from his. "I came as fast as I can."
"That's okay, Mary Mine. You're 'ere now. That's wha' matters."
He could hardly speak before she kissed him again. Quite thoroughly.