Boiling Oceans

First Date Disasters

Kathy K
The Fiction Writer’s Den

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turbulent ocean
Photo by Ant Rozetsky on Unsplash

The ocean was as turbulent as boiling water that day. The day my world began to crumble.

It started with a walk down the boardwalk with a light backpack, half filled with some essential and other non-essential stuff. Toothpicks, floss, Midnight Milky Way bars were the essentials. Water and Gatorade not so much.

Head down, thinking about my current sad situation, I ran into someone very solid and very muscular. Sheepishly, I looked up into the eyes of the most handsome man I’d ever seen. Literally. He was not only right there in front of me, but had been with me in my dreams ever since I was a child playing with dolls.

“Uh, sorry, uh, sorry, uh…” I stuttered, not finding words, repeating myself senselessly, mentally kicking myself for sounding like a moron.

The tall, perfect guy just smirked — or was that a smile? I was sure he was making fun of me, but when I dared to look closer, he had a big grin on his face like he was happy to see me.

“I’m glad you ran into me.” His laugh had the depth of the finest bass guitar in existence. “I was hoping to meet you, saw you walking along and didn’t quite know how to introduce myself.” He looked at me hopefully.

“Uh, really?” I stood there in shock, heart about to flutter out of my chest…

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Kathy K
The Fiction Writer’s Den

I write about mental health and fiction, mostly dystopian. Imaginatively unusual is preferable but not always possible for me.