“Catch me!” She ran, shoes slapping on the wet pavement, sending up fountains of water from puddles not avoided. I followed, trying to stay dry under an umbrella protesting against the wind, counting in my head my remaining dry pairs of socks, apologizing with my eyes to those sensible commuters our noisy spectacle passed on the sidewalk.
On an emptier street, she paused under an awning, pulled me close, stole a kiss. I would have lectured her, before, about catching cold; but not now, not anymore.
I followed her through the rain towards our waiting hotel and a nervous bed.
Way to set the stage ~~~~ Happy New Year.ReplyDelete
Thank you! Happy New Year :)Delete
Perfect. You are the master.ReplyDelete
love the personal touch here...especially how, by now, he's learned that lecturing her will make no difference, for she is wild. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you! Yeah, he's made his peace with it. :)Delete
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. :)Delete
This is awesome.ReplyDelete
Thank you for the kind words. :)Delete
love the "nervous bed" it made me laugh!ReplyDelete
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