PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
The hat hung forgotten on the bench.
Earlier, coconut smelling silky dark hair had slid against its fibres as Hebe pulled it from her head while she sat under a patio heater. She squashed the hat under her thigh so as not to lose it before reaching for her drink, which Jake brought back to the table.
They giggled and let their finger tips meet across the cold surface. Engrossed with each other, they did not notice time passing. Eventually they stood and Hebe slipped her hand in Jake’s to walk to the tube entrance, not wanting to say goodbye.
Fun with words, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff’s prompt, above … (100 words exactly!)