|
Short Story :: Decline to Continue |
|
Wednesday, 25 February 2009 04:12 |
|
This story was written for the 2009 Royal Academy of Bards Valentine Special.
Mia Henriksen shuddered as a thin woman in dark slacks, heeled boots and a calf-length cashmere coat rounded the corner and scanned the park, stopping briefly to check what looked like a jeweled watch. “Please don’t let that be her,” she mumbled under her breath.
It wasn’t that the woman was unattractive or even visibly peculiar. Quite the opposite, in fact. For all Mia knew, she had only moments ago stepped off the cover of some urban culture magazine, one that featured typical Upper East Side New Yorkers being oh-so-cosmopolitan. All that was missing was the Afghan hound and the three-thousand-dollar baby stroller.
The woman’s face lit up as she recognized a man on the adjacent bench, and Mia breathed a sigh of relief. She had nothing to impress a woman like that, which would guarantee failure on this, the last of her five matches from the online dating network. She had held out hope to the bitter end that the five-hundred-dollar membership fee would yield a suitable romantic companion, or if that failed, at least a good friend. So far, she had found only anxiety and stress, with no small dose of humility from being dissected in much the same way she picked apart the women to whom she was matched.
|
|
Read more... [Short Story :: Decline to Continue]
|
A life-changing
