They met once a year, at the same place

Last day of this week’s prompts. I suspect my current fantasy writing is showing through>

They met once a year, at the same place

For 364 days, their lives never touched each other. Their homes were scattered over the island. They knew which days each of them visited the markets and avoided them. They knew which beaches each others’ families preferred, and swam elsewhere. If by chance they passed on a cobbled trail on a hillside, the smell of thyme filling the air, they nodded, briefly, an...