Cover Girl

Seeing Addy for the first time since she was married was nice. She’s still as gorges as I remember. I always thought Addy could have been a cover girl.

I asked her if she had time to get some coffee. To me delighted surprise she did. We ducked into the nearest coffee shop we found.

For the first time I wondered what it would’ve been like if I took Addy up on her subtle invitation. The next couple years might have turned out different. Cindy and I might have never been. Those few years with Cindy was the best time in my life. She was the best thing that happened to me, and the love of my life.

But still, what if I had gone with Addy that night? I was so sure I loved her, but was scared to act, Terrified to be turned down because I misread her signals. Her cute little five-year-old boy might be ours.

We talked for over an hour about anything and everything. It seemed like we connected that way when we did see each other. She kissed me before I watched her walked out into the fading daylight.

Checking my messages when I got home, Addy called to tell how much fun she had and that we should try to catch up more often. I picked up the phone and met her for a long lunch the next day.

Published by authorjturley

R James started writing bad poetry in his mid-30's. While taking a couple writing courses he wrote short stories with interesting characters. R James has been published in, Creepies 2: Things that go Bump in the Closet, Deviant Shadows: Tales of the Parabnormal, among others. R James got sick of the northern winters, and writes from the sunshine state, where the sun sets into the Gulf of Mexico.

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