Another 75 word story submitted to Paragraph Planet.
Meet at six? They agreed. Always the same coffee shop. Two minutes to six I was there. Six precisely another arrived. We sat, small talk, holding the exciting news until our trio was complete. The third appeared, outside, tidying rush-disarranged hair. A wayward bus swept her off her feet, through the window, depositing a bloody, eternally motionless mess before us. I always told her she would be too late for her own funeral, I thought.
My previous, first, attempt – ‘Playing the trout‘ – was featured on Paragraph Planet on 18 June. I’m not going to explain my prompt for this one.