One Last Errand

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

‘Hi, Miss, I’d like to ship these packages. They’re all going to different addresses — I’m going …’

‘Miss? You mean you honestly don’t recognize me?’

‘Um…” I said, struggling to place her. She looked like the kind of girl a guy wouldn’t forget. Piercing, intelligent green eyes, a pretty face with a mischievous smile, framed by a stylish cut of red hair. A couple of years younger than me, probably right out of college. I wanted to meet her penetrating gaze, but I couldn’t stop glancing down at her hands, their perfect, elongated ovals painted an insistent emerald, to match her eyes. If she noticed the attention I paid them, she didn’t give any sign of it. Instead, she kept right on talking, enjoying her advantage.

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One Last Errand