Monday Two: Prompts 8 - 14
Light
Light-headed, giddy, excited, even energized. And wasn’t that typical? All week she’d been tired, constantly yawning, and it had got worse as the days had gone on. But here, Saturday, first day of the weekend and the end of the afternoon and she was full of energy. Full of energy, excited, giddy and light-headed in fact.
She’d first seen him in the canteen in the basement of the office block where her company rented a floor. Then in the lift a few days later she’d stood on his foot with a stiletto. Later he’d collect her for a first date.
Nearly
Only an hour to go now. The last two, or was it three, hours had gone by oh so slowly. Worse than a Friday afternoon waiting for five and time to leave for the weekend.
She’d bathed, shaved, done her hair, done her make-up and sensibly for once, she congratulated herself, spent the last couple of hours in her dressing gown, not wanting to crease the new dress she would put on fifteen minutes before expecting the bell to ring.
A glass of wine, to settle her nerves, clean her teeth and she’d slip into that amazing little black dress.
Drip
What did you do when you were out on a first date, dressed up to the nines for the new place to be seen restaurant after a lovely meal, where there weren’t too many stilted moments thinking of something to talk about, you’ve had just the right amount of wine, and you walk out to find its raining?
She cursed bringing her bag with no room for even the tiny brolley. It was comfortable squeezed under his, his arm around her shoulder to keep her dry, listening to the gentle drip, drip, drip as he turned and their lips met.
Dark
The cityscape in the reflection from the rain on the riverfront shimmered. Her feet were wet in her shoes now, her hair decidedly damp, the umbrella was not really doing the job it was intended to. To do that, it would need a dedicated hand and neither of them seemed to have one to steady it. The closeness, the heady effect of the wine and liquer coffees and once they started, they’d hardly stopped. Kissing in the rain wasn’t something she’d enjoyed like this for a very long time. Probably not since the days when that was the only option.
Speed
Sunday, the day after the date, had floated past with a sense of surrealness about it. Saturday had been absorbed by preparation and the time had seemed to crawl very slowly. Today had been timeless. She’d looked at her watch, the little clock on her laptop, the larger clock on the wall in the hall, and the one on her cooker once or twice with no idea what the time would be or how many minutes had passed since the last time.
Tomorrow was Monday, she’d be back to reality soon enough. Best to enjoy the day while she could.
Late
It had been back to reality on Monday. Her inbox was bulging, her phone didn’t stop ringing and she forgot to go to a meeting. That hadn’t gone down well with her boss, who had taken the call from the meeting room.
She probably shouldn’t have made such a big thing about having a date if she didn’t want to tell everyone everything about it. She’d been so excited beforehand she’d not been able to stop herself.
When she did eventually leave for home she’d missed the bus by a few minutes and there was twenty minutes to the next.
Grey
After the glistening black of the wet Saturday night looking at the lights of the city reflecting in the wet pavements, the damp grey of a Monday afternoon at the bus stop after work ensured she was back down on earth with a bump. He’d said he’d call her. Realistically that probably meant Wednesday or Thursday she told herself, not Monday.
When the car stopped at the kerb she thought nothing of it, there were traffic lights ahead. When the passenger side window dropped and a smiling face appeared the grey around melted away. No need to wait for Wednesday!
If last week was the end, perhaps this was the beginning.