They lived across the road from one another.
Their families were sworn enemies.
The town was shocked when the Girl from one family eloped with and married the Boy from another, and wondered how it could have happened.
No one knew that Grandma was the bridge that connected the two hearts during her evening walks.
Written for The Daily Post prompt, ‘Bridge’
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Such a sweet story.A nice take on the prompt.The Grandma obviously is a darling
You and your ability to play with words and twist in the tales. I love reading them again and again. Keep up the good work
Awesome use of the prompt ‘Bridge’. You are very good at stories and I guess I told you this many times before too. Keep writing. 🙂
Thank you, Deepa. I love writing!:)
Awww loved how you made a person the bridge between two people 🙂
Thanks, Raj:)
Aww, naughty little gramma 😀