“What’s the rush, Amanda?”
“Rush? Everybody’s doing it.”
“But that’s no reason…”
“People will talk. They’ll say I’m getting too old.”
“Well, if you’re sure…”
So she married, had kids, and I watched, waited and moved on.
We meet today in Starbucks. She’s divorced now, kids flown the nest.
“I missed you,” she says.
“I missed you too.”
“You’re famous, I read about you in the press.”
I shrug, embarrassed. “Just lucky, I guess.”
She reaches for my hand.
“Is there a chance for us, Sarah, now I know who I am…?”
I don’t think so; people would talk.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt is a photo I took a few years ago on the Canal du Midi. My story is a slightly edited and clarified version of the one I wrote back then because… stop me if you’ve heard this before… many people didn’t understand it on first reading last time. 🙂 Thanks to our hostess, Rochelle, whose patience for my obscure offerings has known no bounds.