Saturday, August 21, 2010

The one (a ficlet)

I knock. I hear laughter, but no one comes to the door. He was so nice, so sexy, so willing. Yesterday.

I thought he might be the one. What did I do wrong?

I see him at the beach a week later, his body gold against the white of his rugby shorts, eyes sapphire.

He ignores me.


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