The Meeting

Sitting in a noisy restaurant, she looks quickly at the reflection staring back at her, from a compact.
Not bad she thinks. Do I still look the same? Will he recognize me? 
Taking the lipstick, she glides it across her bottom lip and purses, lightly touching up
with her pinky and then snaps the compact shut.

Too late to back out now, she resolves in her head.

She takes the glass of wine, holding it in her hand and staring at the merlot. Steady girl, she tells herself.
Thoughts start to race. Maybe I should have chosen the black dress?
No, I don't look good in black, the red was the right choice.
Still too late to back out now.

As if on cue, she looks up. It's him. He still looks the same.
She wonders if electricity can run on old wires.

He smiles and waves. Maybe I haven't changed that much, she thinks

and stands up to greet him.

"Hello" with a touch on the arm and a peck on the cheek, " You look great."
She laughs," So do you." He still wears the same cologne.

They sit down, he orders a drink, she finally takes a sip of her's.
He talks, she listens, she feels herself drifting into familiar territory. She forgot
how much she loved the timbre of his voice.

"I've talked to much, fill me on you for the past twenty years."
He leans in closer, those eyes. The intensity that makes her feel as if he stripped her down to her soul. Echoing in her head the question, what have you gotten yourself into.
 
They talk, they laugh, the hours slip by. They stand up to leave. He places his hand on the

small of her back and whispers in her ear.
 

Author's Note

You write the ending.....

Reviews

[ODMK {Oliver D.M King]]

And with three word's her world is changed for ever. Speechless she look's forward into the crowded room at a loss for words she turns to him and acknowledges his final words before they part. She pretends those words have had no effect on her as she walks towards the exit.
"Is this the end? or a new beginning? She thinks to herself as she approaches the door to her car. Putting on her glasses in the mid-summer night breeze she enters her Mercedes and starts her car. In the driver seat she opens her Prada bag and pulls out her phone, "Facility, it's me." she says into the receiver as a women with a raspy voice answers "I have a new book for you. I'm just writing the ending as we speak. I'll call you when I get home, I have a feeling this is going to be a best-seller."

He he he, i loved your story it was very mysterious and well written. Kudos!

[Wharton]

Ah, I wondered what happened to the ending and then I saw your author note. I sort of had this moment. I met and old girlfriend after 8 years and a lot of those old thoughts went through my head. First, it's a well written piece, not too many people write prose well, but you so. You create a believable scene, mature in language. Like any good fiction it's based on human motives and emotions and so we care about this woman and understand her plight.

One possible correction, if you'll allow me:

"I've talked to much, fill me (in?) on you for the past twenty years."

As I said, well written and entertaining.

[Damien Dsoul]

One need not type an ending to this work, since the last line justifies how well the story will end. The writing is so effortless, and well meaningful.

[Chillbear Latrigue]

I can't write the ending. This was a really excellent scene. I think this would go over big with the romance crowd. Of course, you would have to make it a little longer and more complete. I think that we can all figure out what happens on our own, but this was really entertaining and kind of sultry. Great job.

[Jet Lag]

great experiment! since i took a conference call this morning to work on a story about a former porn star story, i don't think i'd better finish this one!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Hmmmm you certainly left a lot for our little imaginations to conjure up... to see an old flame like that after so long and to still feel those fires burning, I think we may just a have a forest fire on our hands.

[Wildfleour]

This reminds me of my story Twenty Five Seconds. The possibilities, of course, are endless.

I say she gets up, realizes the attraction, and since they are both single, suggests that they sit back down and have dinner.

[LadyLove]

"I've waited ages to have you back in my arms again." He looked at her upturned face and smiled sheepishly, "You have no idea how much I've missed you, thought of you, all these years."
She smiled shyly, "Me too, even married to him I thought of you and realized what a mistake I had made." She looked down embarassed at her admission.
He lifted her chin and looked her straight in the eyes, "I still want you, love you; never lost that feeling." Her eyes glistened with tears as her face flushed with emotions she had tried to keep in check thoughout their time in the restaurant. "I'm so sorry, I should have known you didn't cheat on me back then. I was stupid..."
He put a finger up to her lips and kissed her for the first time that night."Honey, it's the past...leave it there." She looked up at him with eyes that told of loss and sorrow: for what could have been for them and for the reality of what her life had been without him. He held onto her and let her cry away the pain and anguish of things he felt as well. But too many years had gone by of regret on both their parts and now they were both alone in the world and have been given another chance to tie what should have never been untied in the first place. He held her face and kissed her forehead, "We're here now and that is all that matters really. I don't want regret to ruin things for us. Just look at me and tell me that you still love me;That you'd still have me." He looked earnestly at her face searching hopefullyfor the answer he wished.
She looked at him with her damp eyes and sniffled quietly, "I still love you."
She buried her teary face into his chest as he held her in a long, warm, happy embrace. She smiled up at him,"You're mine again? Really?"
"Oh yes, I most certainly am! You just made me yours again!" He hugged her and lifted her up to a long passionate kiss. She laughed and hugged him tightly to herself. He whispered to her, "I have always loved you; and I'm not ever letting you leave my side again." He put his arm around her waist again, "Come on, let me take you home." She laughed and blushed as she looked up at him, "Yours or mine?"
He smiled, "That's entirely up to you my love."
They walked off into the night talking about their future.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

... "My train leaves tonight at 8:00, so this is probably goodbye forever."

With that, he turned and walked out. I wish I could tell you the rest of the story here, but the story gets complicated and this is a family page. But the rest of the story is here ==>

The Hell ExpressA Story by Jerry M

But I must warn you, things got very adult and very intense.

[Ralphy]

The night still young and twenty years has made me long for your crystal blues. The moon is full and the air but a summer cool, would you care to join me for a stroll into the mystical past.

She gladly accepted, walking leisurely to the awaiting night as amnesia washed her earlier woes. It had been a long time since she was her true self, relaxed, sensitive, and full of life.

The sounds of the night echoed as the late birds sang their children to sleep for darkness has overtaken the land. Now the air vibrated with a serenade of music to draw these two closer together.

Each step they took was in harmony as they walked as one. Their hands locked tightly as if they were afraid of losing each other, while she leaned into him sniffing his scent, mesmerized by his eyes.

They stopped, he pulled her close, she did the same, and their lips embraced.

It has been said, you can still see them when the moon is right and the birds have settled down for the night, locked, into an endless embrace, glistening in the white light.

[Cliff Rhodes]

Unexpected and enticing, I liked the ending and what is yet to happen. Nice.