The bark was rough and scratchy, but her hands found the spot. Carved into the side of the tree was her true love. Both their initials and a heart; she remembered the day it happened like it was yesterday.
He pulled out his knife and started chipping away at the bark. She was shocked and asked, “what are you doing to that tree?”
“Just locking our future into the history books. Our love will last as long as this carving will.”
“You can’t do that in a public park.”
“Watch me, besides it’s not like there are many people here besides us. It is eighteen degrees outside.”
“You are such a romantic at heart. I love you.”
“I love you too, now let me carve.”
Her hand still rested on the carving. It had been six months now since he died. She let a tear fall from her eyes and said, “I still love you, honey.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bark