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When Harry met Suzie - a story for Valentine's Day

Harry stared at the words on the screen wondering if he should, and then he did. He pressed the ‘x’ key twice and hit send. There was no going back now. His heart was racing and he began to laugh, a nervous laugh, the kind of chortle someone makes when they’ve done something which they’re not sure they should have actually done. Well there was no going back now. He read that final sentence again.

‘Wear something red, I’ll be carrying a rose xx.’

The speed of the reply surprised him, and so did what it said.

‘My favourite colour. Sweet dreams, my Romeo, see you tomorrow xxx.’

* *

What if the train’s late, what if she’s late, what if roses make her sneeze and what if I don’t recognise her. Harry was full of ‘ifs’ and didn’t even want to contemplate the possible ‘buts’. You see Harry had only met Suzie online.

Harry walked purposely across the station concourse in the direction of the clock, clutching a single stemmed red rose which he held out in front of him. ‘Under the clock at six thirty,’ he’d said in the email. He checked his watch again and slowed his pace What if his watch was slow, he speeded up again. Then the large clock suspended from the canopy roof came into view, the hands showing six thirty two.

And beneath the enamelled clock face a lady in a red coat with red shoes and with a red handbag over her arm was nervously glancing around. Or so Harry thought. He smiled as he approached. She smiled too and held out her hand. Harry thrust the red rose into it. She laughed, Harry laughed and they said ‘Hello’ at the same time. They both laughed again.

* *

The meal in the restaurant was first class, the food excellent and the conversation ceaseless, and like the wine it never stopped flowing. Afterwards they walked arm in arm back to the station until they reached the clock and stopped beneath it. Harry put his arm around her and kissed her gently on the cheek.

“Thank you for a most delightful and quite enchanting evening. I’ve really enjoyed myself and of course your company. It would be lovely to meet again, Michael,” she said.

“I beg your pardon, Barbara,” said Harry in mock indignation. “But I’m Harry.”

“Harry? My date was with Michael. And who’s Barbara? My name’s Suzie!”

Photographs Copyright 2015 by Antony J Waller


Image Credit » Photographs Copyright 2015 by Antony J Waller

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Squidwhisperer wrote on January 26, 2015, 5:30 PM

Meanwhile in another restaurant, Barbara and Michael are solemnly pushing on through their dreary date from hell...

NorthernLight wrote on January 26, 2015, 6:20 PM

Well now you come to mention it that could make a dark and humorous follow up tale, or a 51st shade of grey.

bestwriter wrote on January 27, 2015, 12:50 AM

Well written. I liked those roses too. But one never knows. If they liked each other's company. Suzie could change her name to Barbara and Harry to Michael (lol)

valmnz wrote on January 27, 2015, 3:00 PM

I love it emoticon :smile: if only life were so simple.

NorthernLight wrote on January 27, 2015, 3:51 PM

...or they could all just go on holiday together and swap, but then if Michael likes Harry or Suzie fancies Michael it could get rather complicated at breakfast time.

NorthernLight wrote on January 27, 2015, 3:52 PM

Thanks, sometimes you just have to make life a little less complicated and try to square the circle.

zabelle51 wrote on January 27, 2015, 10:12 PM

lol And that is how a real love story should end. :)

seren3 wrote on January 29, 2015, 2:39 PM

How wonderful of The Fates to intervene on their behalf!

AudreyHowitt wrote on January 29, 2015, 8:32 PM

I liked Squidwhisperer's comment--there is a certain humor in it--this is lovely! Good to see you here!

NorthernLight wrote on January 30, 2015, 2:41 PM

Thank you, and Squidwhisperer's comment has given me an idea to write a sequel - 'When Michael swallowed a rose'

NorthernLight wrote on January 30, 2015, 2:42 PM

Well it was Valentine's Day and Cupid thought he would.

NorthernLight wrote on January 30, 2015, 2:43 PM

Haha, thank you, you're probably right.

maxeen wrote on January 30, 2015, 4:19 PM

I did like it but please,please forgive me, if I mention ' Rigsby and Miss Jones'

NorthernLight wrote on January 30, 2015, 4:39 PM

I remember them, but not if something similar happened. I wasn't an avid watcher.

maxeen wrote on January 30, 2015, 5:14 PM

You don't know what you're missing ,class act.

cheri wrote on January 30, 2015, 10:10 PM

I like these red roses pictures here that go with your love story for the Valentines.

NorthernLight wrote on January 31, 2015, 4:50 AM

Yes, the beauty of roses, taken during the summer when we visited a National Trust garden.

Deelark wrote on February 12, 2015, 10:59 AM

What a lovely story for Valentine's Day.

NorthernLight wrote on February 13, 2015, 5:12 AM

Thanks, it was a 'quickie' for a Writing Group I belong to.

iwrite28 wrote on May 10, 2015, 1:40 PM

You might want to publish this story on Independent Writers (www.inwriters.webs.com) too.