Rochelle has hosted Friday Fictioneers for 8 years and I’m pretty sure that in blogging years that must be what, a quarter of a century? Haha. Anyway, I haven’t been a part of it for that long, but I’ve very much appreciated the years that I have participated. It’s certainly helped me grow as a writer and I’ve met some wonderful people/writers as part of it. Here’s to many more years!
Something was wrong. Noncommittal responses. Averted eyes. He was done. I was mortified, incredulous. Wasn’t everything wonderful? As close to perfect as possible?
“Meet me at Jake’s,” his text said.
We’d met at Jake’s. Fitting we’d end at Jake’s.
I wore black.
Sliding into a booth, I ordered coffee.
When he arrived, my stupid heart skipped.
“Hey,” he said.
I pressed my shaking hands under my thighs.
“MaryAnn, you are my sun, moon, life . . .”
The earth shook, cups rattled.
“It’s not the big one,” he said.
It was for me.