This is a Friday Fictioneers submission for 13th March. It’s 100 words exactly, though I suspect that, in adhering to the discretionary word limit, I might have lost something from the story but, hopefully, it’ll still work on some level. Thanks to Sandra Crook for the picture :).
Their parents didn’t approve. Too young, they said; their futures too important to waste on childhood romance. Sally and Anthony didn’t listen. It was love; their folks were too old to understand.
Their parents wouldn’t let them see each other so every night, Anthony would climb that tree in her garden and they’d sit at her window ledge dreaming.
Eventually, resignedly, the old ones relented. The couple married and, over time, settled into a sober approximation of their parents’ lives. Later, they had a daughter of their own and Anthony chopped down all of the trees in their own garden.
Incidentally, this song by Brian Wilson has the vibe I was actually going for. It’s a lovely little song, possibly his best recording post-Beach Boys, and Van Dyke Parks’ lyrics reflect the transition from youth to parenthood beautifully.