Happier Days

Photo by Roger Bultot

It was late summer and for their second date, he took her to the street food festival.  Holding hands, they squeezed through the crowd. 

“Lana, what would you like to try?”

“The Greek Jewish food.”

They barely finished eating the food when it began to rain.  Fortunately, he lived close by.  As soon as they got to his place, they stripped and while their clothes were drying, they ended up making love in his bed.


He started.  His assistant Rosie was glowering at him.  “Sorry,” he mumbled.  “I was remembering someone in my past and how happy we were.”

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

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