(In response to the Friday Fictioneer Oct 19 2018)
"Oh wow. I was not sure you will do it," Jane said looking at the photograph.
"Anything for you sweetheart," responded John brushing her soft hair.
"You fought your fear of heights for me?" Jane pulled John closer to hug.
"It was dreadful. I was sweaty. I swear I thought I would die but I will rather be a martyr in your eyes than a failure."
"Oh sweety, I should have never made you take the photo of the city from a vantage point. How silly of me?"
John hugged Jane tightly smiling at the vendor close by.
"Scenic postcards", screamed the vendor walking away.
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