Bleary eyed from fatigue and two vodka tonics, Janelle strained to read the text from David, her ex.
“I miss you Love.”
Melodious guitar music hid her sharp intake of breath. The years and miles dissolved as she remembered him, holding and loving her.
Outside, the scent of exhaust overwhelmed her, along with the drone of traffic in the city that never slept. A taxi hailed, she instructed the driver to deliver her to LaGuardia. She sent David her response.
“On my way Darling.”
She’d had enough of what ifs. It was time for absolutes. Finally, it was their time.
100 words/Genre: Romance, of course
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It is an honor and a privilege to have Ms. Rochelle critique my work. Please be sure to go to her page and read their stories too. We are a rather eclectic group and the genres run the gamut.
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