Just one dolla’
…. Jeff spent the next five minutes unfolding the napkin in preparation to clean up the sauce. As far as I was concerned, there was only one place that this kind of attention to detail was useful. I leaned in, giving Jeff a good whiff of my “White Shoulders,” he always said it drove him wild. He gave me a quick kiss, then resumed his discussion of Nietzsche and Rich’s new Datsun 280Z. I gave up and turned to look out of the window. As I lifted my cup up to get the last sliver of ice before it melted, I felt Jeff stiffen; the drone of their voices stopped. Glancing over, I found that our little party had increased by one….
by Delia Thomas
Delia is a graduate of the University of Notre Dame, she has spent twenty-years in corporate advertising. She now hides out in the idyllic Northwest Hills of Connecticut where she fits in designing websites, overseeing her daughter’s homework and gathering tales at the local tea shop around her
creative writing. Delia’s work has appeared in various literary publication.