© C.E. Ayr
Winelight
by Miles H. Rost
“The old city has changed since we got married.”
Jeanette Brunwick and her husband Gary looked around as they cruised down the middle of the river on their pleasurecraft. They returned to their city after 15 years away.
“Remember that the old cannery used to be right there,” she said, pointing to an area that now sat an arena.
“That was where I stole my first kiss from you. The first night we drank wine, and figured that we’d be sommeliers.”
“The winelight, the moonlight. And now it’s obstructed by baseball games.”
“You can never return home,” Gary said, sighing.
Music and Fiction 
Yup, you can never step in the same river twice
Gee, that’s too bad. I would have hoped for a better outcome for them, but, yeah, sometimes things happen.
This had some “difference” in it, a “world” was created in this story. Bravo! I liked it very much.
Change is inevitable, today I saw the word sommelier, and so I changed into a quiz champion. Like Mike
It is a sad ending but holds so much truth. Change happens and often leaves memories of never to be recreated times
That’s so true. Even our memories change over time. As they become brighter, reality becomes gloomier. Good story.
They should turn around and speed away. Nicely done.
nice piece
Nice story about never-ending change and our helplessness before it.
Change does affect!