He sat staring at his watch, hoping that the message had gotten through. He was supposed to meet her at 3 sharp and it was now going on 3:30. Every passing minute was more than he could bare. The guilt was slowly eating through his insides like flame through old newsprint and he had to get this off his chest.
Just when he thought he could wait no longer, she appeared around a corner; his saving grace dressed in a wispy summer dress that had erupted in fuschia and black hibiscus. The faded, high-top Converses she usually wore were turned down revealing black and white barber pole socks. For some reason, she was wearing a yellow scarf, which didn’t seem to make sense to him as it was damn near ninety degrees out, but she’d have a perfectly good explanation for that he thought. He noticed that her cheeks were just as pink as her dress the closer she got to him. Finally reaching him, she grabbed her side, threw up a finger warning him not to speak before she could catch her breath, and doubled over gasping for air. After what seem like an eternity, she straightened and said, “You wanted to see me?”
Okay, so for those of you who haven’t read the “About” section, today is interactive, creative story day. This is how this works: I start spinning a tale about something (see paragraphs above) and you, after reading the little bit I’ve written, decide where the story should go. Every Monday, I will read the comments, pick the direction that’s most interesting and continue until I stop again and ask you to do the same thing… again. Fun, huh? Yeah, I thought so. Don’t let me down, folks! Give me something good!