Flash Fiction | Relationships | Wine
More Wine?
While I waited.
Agency Magazine’s MicroXpression’s December 2nd Micro fiction
The restaurant is one of the finest in the city. It’s a family establishment dating back to the 1800s. There had been attempts to buy it and even tear it down to put in a high-rise apartment. But the family was adamant about keeping it operational. And they make enough money to stay solvent, many times over.
I sat in a booth waiting for my date. I wasn’t sure if she was even going to show up, but she seemed positive about it.
The waiter kept coming over to check on me and offered me a glass of wine as I waited.
About an hour after our scheduled meeting time, I had just about given up. I had texted her but got no response. Just as I was pushing out of the booth, she came rushing over.
“I’m so sorry I’m late. There was an accident and then all the parking lots were full. I hope you’re not too angry. I was worried that you wouldn’t still be here.”
I was about to ask her why she couldn’t text me and let me know, but I’d been that route before, and it never went well.
“No, no problem. I was a little worried that something had happened to you. I’m so glad you’re okay! Come sit with…
