A Flurry of Passion

Lunch hour in the rear-view mirror, the restaurant empties. Matched couples. Old friends, three elderly men, then a group of eight mature ‘snow covered’ women hug and disperse.

An attractive middle-aged women, exits and quickly heads across the parking lot.

Stops, turns, and waits?

Twelve seconds later.

A handsome middle-age man exits, looks both ways.

I see she is waving at him. Not a so-long wave, rather a come-hither wave.

He jogs across the parking lot.

Arm in arm, held closely, they separate, head toward their vehicles, exit the parking lot, one heads north, the other south.

A fantasy affair.