“Excuse me, could you pass the salt?” I asked the woman with flowing black hair at the next table. I had planned this moment endlessly in my mind.
“Busy,” she said, not looking up from her smartphone.
“But, there are no other salt shakers in the entire restaurant,” I begged.
She scanned the salt-less tables. Grudgingly, she handed her shaker across the gulf between us. Our fingers touched, lingering just a breath. A surprised smile warmed her emerald eyes.
It truly was love at first touch.
One day I must return the restaurant’s shakers hidden in the trunk of my car.
Rosemary Reader and Writer says
Great stuff! Left me hoping mc managed to get off with the woman with flowing black hair.
Nam Raj Khatri says
June Riger says
Made me smile. Nice
nice, loved the surprise ending! but this gal ain’t worth your time…
Thanks for the reminder. Some days we need a little distraction to make it possible for the beauty of life to outshine our distractions. Your story and your subject were equally applicable in my life today.
David Batteiger says
Nicely done Dart! The story is endearing if taken on the surface, but I can also read as the main character being a bit of a stalker with such an involved plan to engage the first conversation. Maybe that’s just me looking for the darker thread in an otherwise light piece.