Waiting tables in the grill I’d catch a glimpse of her at the concession stand. With her glistening blond hair and blood red nails she was the very definition of feminine elegance to a fifteen year old.
Today was the first time I’d been back at the station in what seemed like forever. As my wife queued with the kids in McDonald’s I couldn’t help myself; I had to see if she was still there.
As elegant as ever – maybe even more so. A few years older, but just as I remembered: the way I will always remember my first true love.
This is my entry into this weeks 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.