100 Words

51. Stuck
I was fuming mad. Traffic was so backed up it took me 10 minutes to get onto Route One, only to go nowhere one foot at a time. Like everyone else in that parking lot, it was only a matter of how late I was going to be. I didn’t know if you’d wait for me, there at the dawn of time before cell phones were a thing. I don’t think I could have salvaged anything but if i’d been there 5 minutes earlier, I’d at least have seen the back of your dress as you walked out the door.

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