Snow fell. Doorman elegant in long coat, warm gold with
red braid trim, opened the brass-framed door for the smiling pair and they
exited the hotel.
He was strong yet caring as
he took her arm coupling them against the weather. “Do we want a cab?” His tone drew her eyes up to his.
No, she didn’t want a cab
invading their privacy. Nothing should
keep them from being alone together. Not
yet. All she said was, “No, let’s walk.”
Snowflakes flurried from the
night sky, a beautiful sight in the headlights of traffic trying to rush along
Park Avenue. The flakes, cold on her face and lingering on her hair and coat,
melted as soon as they hit the warm New York City pavement. She was quite comfortable.
Too soon they were in the
garage claiming their cars.
“Good night”, he said. “I always hate these dinner business
meetings. Glad you were at my
table. It was nice meeting you. You be
careful driving home.”
“Good night”, she said. “Good meeting you also. What luck it’s not a genuine snow storm, just
flurries. You be careful too.”
* * * * * * * * *
In recognition of this “Season of Love”, I’ve enjoyed sharing
the above, a love story that never was.
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