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Hindsight 20/20
A lie frolics here around shoes with ribbons for laces. The art book chuckles at my naiveté.
“Strawberry-flavored wine?” Duane asks.
I stare at the shoes wishing I’d accepted Will’s invitation for poetry and ice cream rather than Duane’s “romantic evening.”
“They’re my wife’s.”
“You said . . .”
“Ex-wife. She lives here,” he says. “It’s not ideal.”
I say, “No wine, thanks.”
“Perfect, on to bumping uglies.”
My jaw drops. “No.”
“Raincheck?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Dinner was expensive.”
Complete nightmare, I think.
Hindsight admonishes: Poetry and gelato with a funny caring man weren’t romantic enough for you?
end 4/23/2017
S. Darlington
Not a date to remember, I fear. Nicely done, Sascha.
Thank you, Sandra. 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Not the ideal man, is he? Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle! 🙂
The ribbons for laces…that to me was a clue that all was not as it should be. HaHa!
lol Yes! Thank you. 🙂
I love this story! I hope she goes out for poetry and ice cream soon!
I think she definitely will! Thank you! 🙂
My pleasure! Cheers!
Perhaps Duane’s alter ego has something to hide,–they are his shoes after all!
Great story behind the words.
I ran out of time to post on this one, but here is my attempt – just for you.
No Returns.
I wanted red, they sent me black.
I wanted lace, not wide ribbons.
I wanted dainty seven, not gross eleven!
Ha! I appreciate that. Maybe we should do more stories with varying povs 🙂 And, actually the thought did cross my mind for a moment to make them his, but I thought he might actually go for stilettos.
Your story is almost like free verse poetry. Lovely. And what a cad that guy is.
Wow! What a great comment. Thanks so much. 🙂
YIKES …. dating nightmare. Interesting take on the prompt.
Isadora 😎
Thank you, Isadora!