Old man Bob and granny Ginnie were sitting in their front garden.
The old couple clinked their glasses of chilled beer.
“Bob, this is bliss. Good wheat beer, a lovely breeze, and nothing to do but sit and enjoy the setting sun in each others company.”
“I agree, Ginnie. This is life at its very best.”
“That it is, darling.”
Bob and Ginnie took a long sip of the beer, draining their glasses.
“Ginnie, I have spent my life with you and spent it well. I would have no regrets even if I died right now.”
“I feel the same, Bob.”
At the very next moment, the heavy branch hanging over the couple snapped, falling on their heads with a sick thud…
Word Count: 124
Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction October 21