One “yet to be finished” short story…
I had no business cutting across town today – but that gorgeous rosemary brittle beckoned me like a heartsong. I can still taste the sweet and aromatic blend, as I once did, in the heat of my rent-a-car, parked. And, today, I simply had to have more.
Did I need valet parking?
My first inclination was to turn that offer down, cold – because, really, who sits, alone, in the afternoon, merely to savor such a tiny indulgence as this? It is no cup of coffee – no great meal that sends a message that I am some great, paying customer. How ridiculous would this be and do I even care?
As easily as taking my next breath, I accepted the valet ticket and stepped away from the car with a smile. Yes, such a ridiculous, delicate indulgence as this was beyond all reason and, as such, absolutely necessary to me now.
My ivory dress drifted slightly after my being, as I moved in liquid silence, eager to greet what I was surprised to see as the eyes of your warm reception…
To Be Continued…
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