The dating agency was called ‘Leave It To Us’. Their offices, while a little dowdy were clean and the woman who took my details reminded me of my Aunty Mabel – not someone to mess with. She assured me that they would take care of everything and finding my ideal partner would take no time at all. So here I am, sat in the pub waiting for the girl of my dreams. As soon as she came through the door I saw the red rose pinned to her coat. I quickly tore mine from my lapel and raced for the exit.
My Drabble Project – Day 27 Story 84