Then…

*Fiction
She nervously wiped the palms of her hands down the front of her jeans, unnecessarily smoothed her tied back hair, and then pushed through the door, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. She ordered her coffee, swiped her credit card, and stepped to the side to put the card back in her backpack, as she inconspicuously surveyed the patrons who occupied the seating area. 

A group of college aged kids loudly ensconced the overstuffed armchairs positioned in the corner closest to the door. On a barstool facing the window, a dark haired man in a steel grey suit sat, pecking away at his laptop keyboard. Two women with a toddler who slept in a stroller occupied the table toward the back.

No one looked up when the bell over the door chimed and he walked in. His weathered skin, the two day beard, and the fine layer of dust that covered him confirmed his identity. Without question she knew it was him. Her eyes raked over him, as she considered leaving. He’d never know it was her, if she walked out now. She took a tentative step toward the door.

That’s when he looked over and caught her eye: “Sandy, right?” 

“Oh crap… what did I get myself into?” She thought as nausea rolled through her.  Weakly returning his smile: “You must be Ben.” 

He responded: “If you’re ready, I’ve got a jeep outside, we’ve got a long drive ahead of us. Can I help you carry anything, or is that all you brought ?”

Then… (I ran out of time. To be continued. 😉 ______________________________

The Daily Post, June 18, 2015, Daily Prompt: Choose your adventure~ Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.

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8 thoughts on “Then…

  1. “Nope, this is it,” she said.”Your mom has the dress I’ll wear for the wedding. I guess you’re standing up for my dad and I’m standing up with your mom, right?” “Yeah,” he said, throwing her backpack over one arm and starting out the door. “Jump on–Sis,” he said when they got to the bike. It sounded pretty weird, but somehow, not as bad as she had thought it would. By tomorrow, she’d be a daughter to a new mom and as a bonus, a sister for the first time in her life.

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