There was longing in his voice as he sighed out her name – and a question – as she turned away down the pathway to her car where she could see its outline dimly lit in the late evening shadows.
Or had it been a request, thinly disquised?
Yet, cloaked it had been, which she could not then be certain of his feelings for her, so she dared not reengage to embrace him and become entangled.
Candid Corvid Productions 