His dating-app profile was incredible. A bon vivant, a ravishing romantic.
Meet me beneath the bridge, he said. ‘Underneath the arches’ played in her mind, it sounded enchanting.
We’ll dine together he said. She imagined clinking champagne glasses as dapper waiters attended their every need.
She looked amazing, her dress, her makeup, her perfume chosen to allure.
She followed the directions on her phone, her heart all aflutter.
A train thundered overhead as she arrived at the ugly iron overpass. Someone shouted ‘oy’. There he was, in scruffy jeans and a hoodie leaning against the wall of a tatty cafe.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Ted Strutz for the photo prompt.
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