A place reeking of grease and unsettled bills, empty dining room, a snow-covered lawn.
It fitted his canceled date.
She hadn’t even bothered to text him.
Sarah the ice-queen.
Simon called the waitress.
She didn’t scold him when he only asked for water… again.
“Slow day… “, sighed Simon.
She lingered. Hesitating…
“Mind if I sit down?”, she smiled.
Her warm voice could melt butter… or ice.
“My name is Sarah… “
“Simon”, said Simon
“I know, I took your reservation… for two”.
“She stood me up”,
“We can leave, the food sucks here anyway”.
They explored summer together.
The empty dining room and the snow in the background made me melancholic, but I needed a happy ending to this. I think Sarah and Simon will find happiness in summer rather than snow. What do you think?
Friday fictioneers is a group of blogger under the leadership of queen Rochelle who guides us in writing each week (and my story was a bit inspired by hers this week. Go to her place or click on the frog below to get to the other stories.
April 29, 2020