“Imagine running into you here,” she said.

“Sure, yeah. It’s quite surprise,” he said, looking around over his shoulders at the tavern. Dark, because of the blinds pulled down against the afternoon sunshine.

“So, how’ve you been?”

“Fine. Just fine,” he said, rolling the bottom of his tipped, half-empty, glass through the condensation rings on the bar, and holding himself from turning his head towards her.

“I’ve been good. Busy. Really busy. You know, with the wedding.”

The bartender, doing a good job of pretending not to listen, looked over. He shook his head, slightly.

“Yeah, I’d heard about that.”

Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.


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