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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 me. Would you like some wine?”
And now, every year, we eat our anniversary dinner there. While it still takes her a while to get ready, she is never late.
We take the train together.
If you got this far . . . Thanks for reading. I appreciate you.
Thank you for reading my story in response to Ranch Hand Agency’s and MicroXpressions’s single word prompt of ‘Wine’. Thanks to RanchHandAgency and MicroXpressions for publishing it.
