Ray crossed over the bridge every day on her way to work. She would sometimes run her hands along the fence, feeling the cold metal locks bump against the palm of her hand with a steady thud. Today, she paused for a moment to take in the brilliant fall colors that reflected in the pond below, an impressionist painting of yellows, reds and greens slashed by the trails of swimming ducks. As she turned to leave, she looked down and saw a small black lock with the letters R+M written neatly in white pen, a sickeningly cute heart drawn below as though meaning would be lost without it. Why did she have to see that now? Of all the locks along this fence and all the letter combinations possible, R+M. It felt like a hot brand on her heart, searing through the protection of her warm winter coat and creeping into her insides, burning. She instantly felt the heat rise inside her, half scorching pain, half unadulterated arousal. Hot tears seared her eyes, quickly brushed away by the back of her mittened hand. Ray huffed and stomped away from the fence and that stupid lock, feeling the wetness that had gathered in the crotch of her panties. Thoughts of Mila always did that to her. Fucking bitch.