He smiled as the breeze swept the hair from her face.
The sun was shining, lighting her eyes, making them twinkle, blue as the summer sky.
He leant over, his fingers wriggling in a gesture to tickle her side, making her laugh aloud.
The sound had never failed to make him smile. The years had simply added to it, rich and mellow and filled with joy. It made his heart skip a beat every time he heard it.
"I'll race you," he said, thumb ready on the accelerator of his mobility scooter.
She didn't wait, pressing hers, she shot off in front.
"You'll have to catch me!" she called.
He pressed his thumb and gave chase, a smile emblazoned across his face as he chased his girl up the high street, heading for home.
Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words. This week's words are ... Breeze, Mellow and Tickle.