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Tuesday, 5 April 2016

#A-Z Challenge [2016]

Damn it. How did it get so late. Ten-thirty and Marianne was furiously turning on the shower taps. Since quitting her high-powered city job her mornings had become a lot more leisurely. She woke late, read a newspaper after a slow jog in the park and then took a long shower. This morning, although aware of her meeting with George Clooney, she lost herself in a morning television debate and forgot the time.
Like her new job, the coffee shop was practically around the corner, but she didn’t want to arrive with wet hair, flushed cheeks and no time to put on her BB cream. GeorgeClooney had sounded official (as well as sexy) and she didn’t want to keep him waiting. A quick exchange of phones and that would be it. Except, of course, if she could resist trying to squeeze some information out of him. This time she’d look for a wedding ring.
At two minutes past eleven, Marianne arrived at the coffee shop with his phone. He wasn’t there so she was glad not to have been late. She formed an arch with her fingers to peer inside the coffee shop in case he’d meant for her to go in, but there was no sign of him.
Bloody hell. All that rushing around was for nothing. But when it got to half past eleven, Marianne was thoroughly pissed off. She clicked his phone on again. Flicking past the screensaver she saw tons of missed calls and three voicemail messages. Without hesitating she listened to them. The first two were from guy called Jack who wanted to know, first of all, if golf was on and then called to cancel golf because Julia was being a bitch.
The third message was for her:
“If you’re the gorgeous woman from the coffee shop, I’m really sorry. I’m still in Reading. There was a bit of a crisis. I kept calling my number hoping you’d pick up but I guess you switched it off. If you get this, please can we do this same time tomorrow? I promise to be there. Meet me inside. Coffee is on me.”
What the hell? Marianne sent a text to her own phone saying:
“Yes I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven. It’s Marianne by the way.”


  1. Well, I guess now she has tomorrow to look forward to!

  2. Sorry, but i would have waited and waited and waited - before I messaged back. He deserved to wait too. I hate when that happens but it does - and I've been the one on the receiving end. Nothing good ever comes from it. LOL But you always have hope.

    Happy April 5th!
    Ninga Minion @YolandaRenee from
    Defending The Pen
    Murderous Imaginings

  3. He better not be late tomorrow! LOL

    ~Patricia Lynne aka Patricia Josephine~
    Story Dam
    Patricia Lynne, Indie Author

  4. Wow, I wonder if she is going to show up or leave him sitting in the coffee shop.

    Visiting from the A to Z Blog Challenge.

    Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

  5. Good thing she went through the messages else she still be standing there thinking she'd been stood up. But I suppose there are worse things that being stood up by George Clooney. :)

  6. Wow, this is indeed exciting. He thinks she is gorgeous!

  7. Ooh! He thinks she's gorgeous. The plot thickens...

  8. Ooh! He thinks she's gorgeous. The plot thickens...


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