The path was still muddy from Wednesday’s derecho when I tripped on a tree root. An envelope caked in thick mud stuck to my hand. I carefully unfolded the letter inside. It read:
Anna, Meet me Friday at 3:00 at the burger joint on Madison and Elm. I’ve waited for this for so long! I miss you terribly. Have you thought about my question? If I don’t see you there, I’ll know your answer is no, and you won’t hear from me again … All my love, M.
I flipped the letter over — nothing.
Today is Saturday. Too late. My heart sank.
aLightningbug 
Jun 07, 2014 @ 22:11:50
I like your story.
Jun 07, 2014 @ 22:35:37
Thank you, Scott! It was definitely a challenge.