Last September on a warm Thursday evening, I was at a community involvement event that my company was sponsoring. It was in a large grassy “town square” type of area surrounded by local shops and and restaurants. It was a family friendly event with games, music and food all to help raise money for local charity.
I was there to help coordinate. Part of my duties included helping vendors unload supplies and food. A local sports grill had donated a few trays of freshly made buffalo wings which I was helping them carry to their tent.
As I’m setting down the food, I notice the next tent over is occupied by my Ex’s cousin. She owned a salon around the corner and was giving out cookies to all the kids. Her name was Kara. She and my ex never had a particularly close relationship but I stopped getting my hair cut there after the breakup just in case.
She was naturally pretty. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, very little makeup, and a long flowy strapless dress. Even in that dress, her curves would be on display when the breeze would blow. We smiled, said hi and started catching up. I remember my mind wandering as she spoke, trying to picture what she had on underneath.