“The red bench, he said. Meet me at the red bench. Do you know how many red benches there are? Sixteen! I know because I counted each one…twice!”
The squirrel was unusually attentive as Sally ranted. She was a wet mess after traipsing through the park! She plopped on the nearest bench to catch her breath.
The clock tower in the square started to gong. When Sally looked up he was walking toward her. At least she thought it was him. She glanced behind to make sure.
“Wow. His photo did not do him justice,” she thought, “how can someone so handsome take such awful pictures?”
“You must be Sally! I’d know you anywhere!”
“Hello…Charles? You are Charles, aren’t you?”
He laughed. “Yes. It’s me. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
“Not at all,” Sally lied, “I just arrived myself.”
He knew she was lying. He didn’t care. Watching her go from bench to bench, talking to squirrels had captured his heart.
He reached for her hand, “Let’s get dinner, shall we?”
~ kat – 9 February 2016
This story is inspired by the photo above as part of Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer’s (FFfAW) weekly challenge. If you would like to read other stories and or enter your own, click HERE.