I had been told to go to Boston. I thought I knew what to expect. But looking out the airplane door all I saw was white Snow and ice. My skin soaked in the cold.
I had planned to ride the MBTA , but because my hands were frozen I waved down a taxi. The pilot on the plane had told us, It was a sunny 32 degree day .The snow was a unpleasemt surprise.
My boss was paying for the hotel. It was next to the harbor. It was welcoming even in this blizzard, A message was waiting for me. I had a lunch meeting tomorrow with a client. I smiled. No need to go out in this weather. The meeting was in the restaurant in the hotel lobby. It was a gorgeous city but I was happy to remain in the hotel.
There was a pool, and I had my self designed suit and towel. But I didn't get to show them off, nobody was in the pool.
The next day I arrived at the meeting with all my sales material. My hostess lead me over to a short, long haired man. My heart stopped. I shock his hand. His eyes followed mine , as he asked about my life, Yes I was single, an experience he could relate to. He also had a apartment in a warmer part of the US. With the end of the meal, with no talk of work. Was it love? I wondered
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Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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The skirt
You wore me well, you wore me with pride. I smiled in the assignment, I delighted in your enjoyment. Everywhere we went, people would comment, I swirled as you moved your hips. And then one day to my surprise and shock. I was abandoned. I was tossed into a trunk. No more floating over your body. No more days in the sun. Instead I was in a dark cold box.
By Antoinette L Brey6 months ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
A snowy meet-cute, how fun!
Oh, how circumstances can lead to such things. Good story
Awesome storytelling! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
Cold has never been my friend.
This was such an interesting tale. Very intriguing