Author: Dree_M98

I was finishing up my shift at the restaurant. It was a slow night and I had been relegated to clean-up duty since Nathan (the janitor) called in sick: he downed almost an entire bottle of Courvoisier the night before and couldn’t stop throwing up.

“Kurt, is that you?”

I hadn’t recognized the voice. Besides, no one calls me “Kurt” around here. I turned around with a raised ‘brow.

“Excuse me!?” I asked.

Even after seeing who it was, my confused expression remained.

“It’s Angie! Remember me?”

She reached into her tiny handbag, rummaging through it for something. She pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it with haste. There was some writing on the inside, and she showed it to me, repeating, “It’s Angie…”

I interrupted, “I’m sorry, I don’t know…”

I focused my attention back to the paper.

“Good luck. I will miss you. Love Kurt” it read.

“Angie? Angie Cozier?” I asked.

“Yes! It’s me!” Read more »

The most unlikely thing happened to me one Sunday evening after making my weekly trip to the supermarket. When I came home, I sat the groceries down and unpacked the bags, then I grabbed my phone and some food, sat back, and checked my Instagram notifications. Someone new had liked my pictures — someone I didn’t know, and she still hadn’t followed my page. I took the bait! I checked her profile, I followed her and then I messaged her. We spoke from that point into the night, and at the end of our conversation, I told her I had to leave – I was going out – but I invited her to go walking with me the next day. She agreed, we made arrangements and then I left.

The next day, we texted from the morning until the early afternoon. I told her I was making lunch and she asked me if she could have some.

I said, “Sure. I should be able to spare some.”

“Or I can have something else if I can’t have lunch.” she remarked.

With a piqued curiosity, I queried, “What else would you like to have?” Read more »