Saturday, December 15, 2012
I stood outside the hotel and watched the exit of the bar. I was waiting for her. I lit another cigarette. The rain had stopped. The reflection of the street lamps danced and jumped in the wet street. The air was heavy with the smell of exhaust. I stepped back into the shadows of the doorway. I didn’t want her to spot me and get spooked. It was cold outside and the kind of night that made a man wish for a shot of bourbon and that he was somewhere else. But, I didn’t want to take the chance of missing her. I needed this case. I was broke.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
The water washing up underneath the pier was murky just like his thoughts. He did not know what he was feeling. She teased him with her dancing green eyes. She was a minx and he was intoxicated. He knew only one thing at this moment in time. Their paths had crossed before.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
The fog was so thick he couldn’t see her. But, he knew she was there. The minutes ticked by. He lit a cigarette and looked out over the balcony. He didn’t know her well, yet they had shared the most intimate of evenings. So he waited and watched. He heard her dog bark and knew she was getting closer; then her laughter. The fog parted giving way to the warmth of the sun and he smiled. She emerged from the water and waved. He was content.