What should I wear?

We planned to meet in town. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. After all,
I had no idea if he was the person he’d said he was.

Pathetic feelings spring up inside me. Is this really the new way of life?

Divorce robbed me of who I was. The rejection manifested a despair in me for
any kind of affection.

Still, a dating site date.

He’d texted it as our rendezvous instead of a date.

“Do you know where the Chin Boat Chinese restaurant is?”

“Yes, it’s by the park. There’s outdoor tables.”

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“Rhonda?”, a deep throaty voice said, while extending his hand.

“Bradley, I said with clenched teeth. It’s a pleasure.”

Was it?

He was nothing like his photo.

Word Count: 122
Genre: Flash Fiction

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