[2008-12-11] 100-Word romantic flash fiction for contest

We met at the airport, waiting at an exit gate. We stood there for some time, watching the stream of passengers dissolve into the crowd, the ready smiles on our faces wilting as the stream dwindled to a trickle and eventually ran dry. We were both still waiting. Her mother and my sister had been bumped to a later flight, it happened, leaving the two of us an hour to get to know each other. I bought her coffee at an airport bar, and ten years later her mother and my sister still canít stop telling the story at Christmastime.

last modified 2008-11-12

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