FICTION posted by Rica

She was standing in the middle of that stupid overcrowded mall, her left hand on her waist, her right hand fumbling in her pocket for her cell phone. Has he called yet, she heard the lady at the information booth ask. He hasn’t, but I doubt he’d bother to. No, but he will in a few minutes, she heard the guard stationed at the booth answer the woman.

Even that phantom vibration of her phone wasn’t there. She would know if he had called or had sent a message saying he’d be late again. But since it had been three hours since she started waiting for him, she was sure by now he had stood her up again. Not again, she told herself. Always falling for the same trap.

Her friend had once told her she was foolish. Stupid would be a better term, she joked, but they both knew she meant it. She was stupid, so stupid she always ended up waiting for hours for a person who she knew would never come anyway.

She would’ve liked to tell him, or her friend, or anyone really, that she was tired. It’s not as if waiting’s an exciting game, she mumbled to herself. more…