Tag Archives: How they met

“Nice mask,” she said, waking around him in a tight circle. “Good costume.” “Mask?” “I like it.  Just scary enough with the beak and the steampunk eyes.  It’s cool.  Excellent artistry.” “Cool?”  he repeated. “If you’re waiting for the bus, … Continue reading →

“And you are?” she asked, waiting to take his order. “What do you mean?  Aren’t you supposed to ask what I want to eat, not what I am?” “Depends,” she said, tapping her pencil against her order pad.” “Depends on … Continue reading →

“Nice scars,” he asked. “Excuse me?” she said, turning around. “I couldn’t help but notice.  I mean you’re standing in line in front of me, wearing a tank top, and I can see all the scars you have.” “I don’t … Continue reading →

Zoey had had a bad day.  To make matters worse, when she was on her way home a cab sped by her, hit a pothole, and splashed water all over her new slacks.  She growled and glared, but the cab … Continue reading →

The elevator music was annoying.  She closed her eyes and thought of the presentation she had just made.  It went well and the client seemed to love it. Her downward motion slowed, which made her look up and see that … Continue reading →

‘Oh, no thank you,” she said, to the flight attendant. “You don’t drink?” asked the man sitting next to her. “I’m not thirsty,” she said, turning back to her book. “Are you going to read the whole way?” “Yes, if … Continue reading →