Genre: Romantic fiction
Word Count: 100
…In the distance, the spectacular Pont du Gard, a reminder of the Romans’ talent for engineering, built centuries ago to carry water from the springs at Uzes to the Roman garrison in Nimes.
I switch off my voice recorder. It’s early and hot, what exactly am I doing here? I should have ignored Sally’s advice to get back to work; she was wrong, I’m not enjoying it!
I enjoyed having a husband. Now I feel directionless, insular, empty, separate.
The air changes, becomes still. I can sense Adam is beside me.
I relax and breathe the sweet fragrance of life.