Friday Flash #4! Waiting

This is actually the beginning of a story idea I’ve been tossing around.  Still not sure if it will see the light of day, but at least ya’ll can read the first few hundred words. 

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Here I am, sitting in a typical hotel bar. You know the ones. Non-descript curtains line the walls, trying to make patrons feel like they’re in some tropical paradise instead of the local downtown motel. They try to make us forget that tomorrow morning while we’re nursing a hangover that won’t quit, we’ve got to sit through some convention spiel.

I look around the room, taking in those beige tropical curtains and wicker chairs filled with merry drinkers. I feel a little sorry for them. Notice I said little. They have to wake up tomorrow morning to a hangover and I get to wake up to…

Well, as long as this whole thing isn’t a mistake, I’ll wake up a happy woman. That’s why I’m here in this place. I’m hoping that all of the planning and preparation will all be worth while.

The plane tickets, the rental car, the suite in this hotel…they’re all for one purpose. And here I sit.

Watching.

Waiting.

Wondering.

Hoping.

Praying.

And now…now I hope it hadn’t been a mistake. Hope that it all hadn’t been for nothing. I hope that I’m not meeting my death like the cliché dumb blonde that goes down into the basement only to be killed by the axe murderer in every horror flick ever made.

Taking another sip of my apple martini, my liquid courage, my eyes wander to the bar tender wiping down the counter. His eyes wander over my body and I smile. He can look, but touching is reserved for the man I’m meeting.