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    It was her book. 
    The one she thought she had lost. The one she had been reading when she had met Bette, the woman she had not been able to get out of her head ever since her last business trip.
    She smiled brightly at the memory, flicking the pages back and forth until a little business card, fell out of them and onto her lap.
    She did not recognise it at first but upon reading the name on the front of it, a genuine smile painted itself on her lips.
    "Bette." She murmured in her otherwise silent office.
    She flicked through the pages again hoping to find a note and was delighted when blue ink revealed itself on the inside of the front cover.
    She read the neatly scripted words.
    "To Tina,
    I guess, after all, I was flirtin’
    When I met you at Gate 19.
    Bette x"
    14.
    It was early afternoon and Bette was grumbling. 
    She had been grumbling for the best part of the day, causing a void to appear in her life as everyone knew to give her a wide berth when they had become aware of the dreaded appointment she was to keep that very same afternoon.
    She got out of her beloved Saab and made her way towards the building she loathed more than anything in the world.
    "Wretched place," she mumbled under her breath between sighs and uncontrollable heart flutters, "Torture chamber."
    She wondered how she could stall for time even thinking about childishly walking heel to toe through the parking lot just to defer the inevitable. 
    "They can smell fear too," she carried on with her low monologue, "I am sure of it."
    Just as she was moving on to thinking about how  they would attack her either with nauseating kindness or devour her whole, her cell phone rang from inside her side pocket.
    She looked at the display and sighed at the name.
    "Great, Alice!" She groaned before picking up the call.
    "What?" she nearly barked down the receiver.
    "Oooooh…so it’s true," the quirky voice almost melodramatised on the other end.

    Comments

    1. Damn…..kins you come out of nowhere and just rock my world like this, only to leave for god knows how long. I don’t care just as long as you keep coming back. Now that is a characteristic of a player LOL ;@)

    2. I forgot my offering of the number 14. Thanks for including me. 14 is special to me because in a few short days my partner and I will celebrate 25 years together on September 14th. How appropriate that you would choose now to include my number. I know I have gushed over your writing before. I continue to adore you. T

    3. Simply FANTASTIC Kins, just beautifully, wonderfully and lovingly fantastic. Thanks for popping back in and bringing wonderful stories. Can hardly wait for the multi-chapter story you will bring us. Thanks again.

    4. Ditto to everything above, well, maybe not the marry me part since its not too appropriate at this time. But, damn girl, you write great stories. I loved the Savannah slip in there… still one of my favorite stories. Thanks for the update.

    5. Great kins – I came to your stories late but delighted I found you! A true storyteller with the ability in your words to make me laugh and make me cry – thank you.

      Do you think you might write some more Savannah some time?!?

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