“Are you sure this is the place?” Maria looked out the driver’s side window at the rundown building.
“It’s where the car told me to go.” Brett jabbed at the GPS screen on the dashboard. “It’s a smart car, it knows where we should be.”
“This just doesn’t–” Maria stopped as she saw three hooded men walking toward them, one of them grabbing something from his waistband. “I think we should go.”
Brett didn’t look up. “This is where we are supposed to be. 128 North… oh, crap. I put in south. Let me just fix–”
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
As for blind dates, it was as cliche as they come. Dinner, a movie, and now a romantic ferry boat ride across “Lovers Lake.” The guy laid it on almost as thick as his cologne. I’ll have to remember to ‘thank’ my sister for setting me up.
“You see that house?” He pointed as he leaned in close.
“That’s my summer home.”
“Yeah?” I frowned as I looked at the house.
“I was just thinking,” I said as I raised my finger to my nose, “I don’t think it’s far enough away.”
I walked into work today, just like
every other day (Monday through Friday
that is, unless on vacation, or sick, or…
yeah, those exceptions could take a while
to list), set my coffee cup on the counter
at my computer, shook the black tailed
mouse to wake up my PC from it’s nightly
slumber, slumped into my chair (ok, fine,
I plopped) and waited for my day to begin.
Little silver bells,
A kiss given in secret,
The tastes of Christmas.
Ronovans’ Haiku Challenge
Out with the old and
in with the new. This mantra
reminds me to breathe.
Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #123