Moments (a drabble)

"I turned around and you weren't there."

She delivers the line after exiting a small-town grocery store ahead of him. Leaning against a vending machine for the local newspaper, she tucks a blonde flyaway behind her ear. Her grin is sweet.

"One day that's exactly how it will be, you know."

He is older, with several close calls in his rearview. At least one left scars, and a couple left bruises that never quite healed.

Her smile doesn't fade, but sadness tugs at the edges.

He takes her by the hand, and they're both happy to love in the moment.