PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
Danny had to wait until midnight for the lights to go out, but he was still dressed, ready to scurry across the road, to silently push the scarlet envelope through the letterbox.
The snow was falling as he darted for home, flakes soft and light as down.
The doorbell woke him next morning.
Hannah stood on the step, Valentine’s hearts visible through the torn envelope in her hand. He looked behind her, at the twin tracks in the otherwise unblemished snow – her’s heading one way, smudging his own from last night.
‘So much for secrets,’ he said.