(Author’s note: Nothing again. Have a great week, and enjoy today’s fictioneers…with a song that many of you will likely never have heard, but will fall in love with.)
Love Is A Mystery
by Miles H. Rost
He sat at the counter of the diner, waiting for the other customers to leave. He’d be the last customer in there before the sign was flipped closed.
He took his last sip of coffee, when he heard the clicking of heels got closer.
“Miranda, it’s good to hear your shoes again.”
Miranda snorted, as she helped her date from the counter chair.
“No luck finding someone new?” she asked with a sneer
“Nah. Just found myself down here. Waiting for you to come get me.”
She smiled. She didn’t know why, but she just couldn’t give up him up.