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They walked hand in hand, enjoying the cool summer breeze as they were in this city after a really long time and that too on a special day. Their walking sticks made sharp noises in unison, just like their footsteps as her white hair gently blew over his face. Their faces shone with love and admiration for each other, which froze in a second and they stopped together. In front of them stood a huge mansion, instead of the cathedral where they had got married sixty years ago.
Everything around them had changed, apart from their love for each other.
This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 30th May.