Thursday, March 29, 2007


She flounced airily in, wearing one of those lacy creations. Threw a smile here, a wave there, whispered conspiratorially with the hopefully-flirty waiter. Her usual came in from the kitchen; she sat down with a set jaw to another solitary dinner. She’d decided to stop feeling sorry for herself long Fridays ago.


ideasmith said...

I love this! Go, womenpower!

kyra said...

this has to be one of my favourites here.

gypsy said...

oh i love this!