New Old Flame
He drove a white Mercedes and parked it right in the roundabout. No one was there so it didn’t matter. He walked up, considerably taller than she imagined and she felt herself lift off the ground when he embraced her.
When someone willingly meets you at 4am on some random pier in DC, a hug is the only appropriate greeting. It felt safe.
He was cooler than the summer air, but felt like an old flame. Like someone she knew… but she didn’t know him. And he didn’t want to know her. At least not in the way she wanted to know him. They swung and walked, sat and talked. They watched the Potomac waves and then watched the TV waves. And then she waved him goodbye. Too late or too soon, she doesn’t quite know.
As with any boy-meets-girl story, you’re probably wondering,
Did they do it?
Only they know.
The answer’s why it ended before it began.
