It is Sunday of the new year. I’m a little late for the ball but what the heck. Better late than not showing up. So here’s my story for the Friday Fictioneers. We are storytellers of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s this week’s photo prompt.
She saw the coffee shop as soon as she emerged from the subway station. It was exactly where he had said. She stood for a moment then walked to the door. It was now or never.
She scanned the room quickly. The faces were all blurry. Her breath was ragged and her heart thumped.
“Slow down. Take your time.” She scolded herself.
“May I help you?” A waitress came up.
“I’m meeting someone.”
“Do you want to walk through to see?”
“Thank you. I don’t know what he looks like. I haven’t met him before.”
The waitress raised her eyebrows.