Falling

He stood at the bar, handsome and with an undeniable confidence that was intoxicating me from across the room.  I had to meet him even if I had no chance.  I had to say hello or forever regret my decision.

I stood up and took my drink walking towards the bar.  Soon we made eye contact.  I came to within a couple of steps away and I tripped over the bottom of someone’s coat that had slid off their seat.  I tripped right into his arms.  I guess you could say that was the day I fell for my husband.


(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #1 (FDDA)

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