The Uber Date

The Uber Date

Where is she? I glanced at my watch. She should be here by now. I folded my arms across my chest. It’s too cold to be waiting for an Uber. The December air whipped through my jacket and numbed my fingers. My first date in ten years, and I was going to be late. Screw my life. Another few minutes circled the clock, then a blonde woman in a Jeep approached the curb. “Ahh. You’re finally here,” I said as I slammed the door.

(© 2021 AC)

(Erica Orloff edited this short story. All of my short stories on Kindle are professionally edited.)

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