Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
I decided to go a bit upbeat today. We’ll see how that goes! 🙂
The Redhead and the Writer
I’ve lost my mind. It’s the only answer. Maybe he’s not even here. Maybe he’s laughing and drinking a pint in a pub. Maybe I’m an idiot.
I’m an idiot.
I should have picked somewhere else to meet, somewhere romantic like in a Cary Grant film. Instead I picked a crowded, safe museum.
“Have you seen a redhead who likes David Bowie and cheese fries?”
“That’s a weird combination.”
“I thought so, but she reads Swedish writers.”
“You wouldn’t be a Swedish writer by chance?”
“In fact, I am.”
His blue eyes melt me. Maybe I’m not an idiot. Yet.