100 Words – Mistletoe

Raul stood in horror. History repeating itself. He blinked hard to make it go away but still saw it even with his eyes shut. You can’t unsee this sort of thing.

They’d talked for twenty minutes. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. She was perfect, or nearly so. He was put off by her twitchy nature, circling him as they spoke. Like she was trying to get the attention he was already devoting to her.

Suddenly, making no excuse, she marched away. Only then did Raul notice the mistletoe hanging over his head. He’d done it again.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.