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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Persistent Patience

I carried the fantasy for years, never thinking it would be a reality. First, she had a boyfriend. Then, she wasn’t ready to date anyone. When she acquiesced, I reserved an outdoor table with a white rose at Luigi’s for Friday evening as the sun would be setting over the lake.

My heart shuddered as I read the sign, “Closed due to flooding.”

Before I could stutter an apology, she cleared the seaweed off a bench and wiped her hands on my shirt.

“It’s gonna be a beautiful sunset.”

I smiled and made a mental note to keep wipes handy.

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    1. Uh-oh! What was he supposed to be thinking? That’s what I would be thinking, along with “Please don’t say anything dumb. Please don’t say anything dumb. Well, that was dumb. Please just let that slide.” Thank you.

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    1. That night alone probably made it worth the wait. I think she thought of wiping her hands on his shirt as playful or a familiarity that extends beyond the standard first date. Thank you.

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    1. I know. I hate that kind of shit. I don’t know how this came out of my brain. I guess I was feeling optimistic on Wednesday. I think he’ll forgive the shirt thing but always have a wipe ready.

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