He pointed down the harbor.Compare Boats
“About ten minutes on foot. You can’t miss it.”
Ten minutes. I could manage that.
When I arrived, the café looked almost exactly as it had in Martin’s old postcard. The blue awning fluttered in the sea breeze, gulls circled overhead, and fishing boats moved slowly through the harbor.
I took the photograph from my bag and held it beside the real view.
There was Martin, much younger, sitting at a little round table and smiling at the camera. The chair opposite him was empty.
I turned the photograph over.Plan Vacations
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My eyes filled with tears.
For years, I’d imagined Martin visiting these beautiful places while I stayed home, frightened of the sea. I’d never realized how often he had pictured me beside him.
I found a table overlooking the water and ordered the fish stew he’d always described so enthusiastically.
