By Ute Farber
The car had been ready as promised. As she pulls out into traffic, she notices her quickened heartbeat from the encounter with the customer service person. That mild Italian accent, the blue-black curl falling onto his forehead. She opens the glove box to retrieve her cigarettes and happens upon a note inside the dealer’s sleeve.
She flushes.
She dithers for three hours, stops at her favorite boutique to buy a short summer dress, perfume, sends a loving text to her husband. She arrives back at the garage just a few minutes late; in time to see her fantasy drive away.
Good development. Her fantasy got away, but it probably saved her marriage.
Love it. Perfect timing?
Who knows. We’d like to think so.
Love this!
Feel bad rooting for her but kinda hard not to… and then hard to not feel bad for her at the end, even though it’s probably for the best. Good job!
Slice of life, I think. And applicable to so many situations, not just of the heart.
I liked it. A nice easy flowing story about human emotions. And good sense.
Oh love the twist at the end