It was her first blind date.
“Sit at the table near the window,” he’d said. “Wear yellow.”
Now, at the table near the window, she waited. Their eyes met briefly as he passed. She anticipated the cold rush of air, but the door never opened. She still felt the chill.
Susan Gale Wickes wrote this story. She rarely window shops and never wears yellow.
You’re rooting for her right from the word ‘first’ … and the link between the unopened door and the emotional chill is fantastic. Clever title too :)
Thanks, Tamsin.