Ink well prompt #99

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Peach Perfect

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Darmian was all ready, dressed in his red coat and brown trousers. Olivia on the under hand was taking all day to get ready. Darmian sat there in a wooden chair rocking it slowly, he had been with Olivia for so long he was already used to waiting for her to get dressed up. He'd always say to himself "I guess you can't outgrow somethings".

Olivia finally came out of the room, wearing Darmian's grey coat over a blue blouse and an overflowing black skirt. Darmian saw her and smiled. "Oh Darmian please don't tease me" Olivia said knowing what was going through her husband's mind. "Well, I must say you look like one for the prom" Darmian said, Olivia giggled and said "we're too old for these things, you know" and they both had a light laugh.

The couple stepped out of the house hand-in-hand. It was the early hours of the morning, they were taking a walk in the park to enjoy the serenity and quiet scenery before the noise of the day began.
Olivia was a florist in the early days of her life, while Darmian a wildlife conservation expert. They both loved to enjoy nature without the noise of civilization.

The park was quiet and empty as expected. The sun was just still waking from it's slumber and one could say the old couple woke up the dawn.
The couple were strolling through a path made by a canopy of trees on either side with a gracely gait, there was withered leaves on the ground as it was summer. The sun was just ahead of them, seemingly at the end of the path.
Olivia was holding Darmian's hands for support whilst making use of a walking stick as her left leg had gone bad from an accident some years back.

The couple were relishing the view and the calm that was interupted at intervals either by the chirping sound of birds or whistling of the gentle morning breeze. As they walked, they reminisced on past memories, how much things have changed and how old they've grown. Darmian would tell a joke, and although Olivia must have heard it a thousand times, she'd still laugh as hard even though there weren't as funny, she appreciated the effort.

After a while, Olivia stopped and turned, "I think someone is following us". "Well there's no one there" Darmian said softly, as he wouldn't want to cause a fight. Olivia was two years younger than Darmian but she seemed to be ageing faster than him. She was more forgetful and would often see or hear things that weren't there, although the latter was not as frequent.

Few minutes later, Olivia stopped again, "I can swear someone's following us, and I'm not crazy". Darmian rapped his hands around her and rubbed her on the shoulder, "we should probably take a break and sit". "You don't believe me, do you?" Olivia said as she left his arms.

"There!" Olivia said alarmed, pointing at a figure that stood behind them, standing still and leaning against a support in his right hand. Darmian drew his wife closer to him and he could feel her heartbeat against his chest. "Who are you?" Darmian asked, directing the question at the figure, "is there something we can help you with?".
The figure didn't respond but started walking towards them in a drunken gait. And as it drew closer, the sun which was gaining more eminence lit on the figure to reveal a man, probably in his late forties.

"Stop there! Don't move another inch" Darmian said in a authoritative tone. Olivia had began to sob and held tightly to his shirt " Don't... it'll... it'll only anger him".
The man didn't stop but came right to were the couple stood. "Give me all your money!" the man said right into Darmian's face with a stench of alcohol in his breath.

"We don't have any" Darmian said.
"Liar!!" the man retorted visibly infuriated.
"It's the truth" Olivia said crying and trying to gather her breath.

Immediately the man unsheathed the stick he was holding to reveal a knife at it's end.
And in the next seconds the couple were on the floor in a pool of blood.
The man had killed them both and ran away.

In their last minutes still breathing the couple looked each other in the eye. And Darmian mustered strength to whisper into his wife's ear "even death couldn't do us part eh?".