100 WCGU, March 26, 2012
“‘…what was the rabbit late for,’ wondered Alice;
she was comin’ down the way,
tryin’ hard not to stray…”
the radio crooned on as he gazed out the window, bright spring tulips brilliant through the foggy light. He’d been up awhile, waiting the sun’s glimmer through the dense mist, wondering if today would be all he hoped.
They were meeting for lunch.
Years of life separated them: marriages, children, deaths, and now, a dinner date “just lunch, for old times’ sake,” he’d suggested, his voice smiling.
Would the chemistry be there?
Would there be flat discussion about parted time? Passionate sharing of youthful memories? would they finally, finally…