The two enjoyed the rest of the trail. It brought them out on the other side of the pond close to the dock, the boat still resting on the shore of the other side. They continued walking around the water. As they passed the cattails, the bullfrogs croaked and took shelter under the water one by one. Neither of them had spoken much since they’d left the patch of daisies. Nicole was a little embarrassed for getting so upset, and Mark wanted to let her have some space and time to recover. What seemed like a million thoughts raced through each of their minds, yet neither one could produce any words.
As they neared the boat, Nicole tried to think of something to say. She managed to get out “So,” and he began to ask “Would,” simultaneously. He laughed and said, “Sorry, go ahead.”
“Well, I didn’
