Susan Meredith Hinckley
I got myself here. Looks like it’s up to me to write my way out.
Unexpected Story No. 43
There was a pause in the conversation. There could have been no way for him to anticipate that she would turn out to be an actual cow, and he had no idea what to say next.
He tried not to notice the incessant chewing, the tail that couldn’t seem to sit still. It’s not that those were necessarily deal breakers, but it was hard to read what she was thinking. Usually he could tell where things might end up.
There was an uncomfortable silence while they both tried to avoid eye contact. He worked on his salad, checked his phone. Eventually, she wandered away. He didn’t even pretend to get up. He just let her go. Waited for the check, unexpectedly saddened by the small, clumsy clank of bell that faded as she left.
