I waited for you all evening and you didn’t come. I wore a nice red gown, I thought you would like it. I put my hair up like what you preferred. We were supposed to celebrate the first day we met, like it was just yesterday. But the candle has burned out and you were still nowhere near me. Where were you, my beloved?
Meanwhile, the sound of the siren from the ambulance was loud and the paramedics were taking a man to the emergency room. He was hit by a car as he hurriedly crossed the street. “I’ve got to be there, she’s waiting for me,” he whispered before he lost consciousness again.
Copyright Jean L. Hays
He arrived 10 minutes earlier, excited and worried at the same time. Mark said he might like her, his colleague from Purchasing. He said he’d have a go. And why not? It has been three years since the divorce and he thinks he’s ready to date again. He was having his cappuccino when she arrived. She’s beautiful, with brown wavy hair and a simple black dress. They greeted each other and she ordered her Latte. Their small talk went well. He likes the way she talks with a slight American accent, she likes his gentle manners. They agreed to meet again.