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
He bathed in her beauty, adored the very ground she walked on. If only she knew. He watched her from afar, delighting in every little thing she did. Each day he prayed she might notice him, smile at him, thank him for the many flowers he sent her. She never did. He was content to watch and wait. Then ‘he’ came along. Tall, handsome, young. Why was she doing this? Couldn’t she see it was tearing him apart? He had to end this nightmare. They found him in her flat, bathed in her blood, the knife still in his hand.
My Drabble Project – Day 24, Story 74