It’s a summer rerun. I loved this prompt back in October 2012 when I wrote this story, and I still love it today. My story…I’m not so sure about. I thought about rewriting the ending, maybe something with more punch, more drama. But after recent events, I had a change of heart. Maybe it’s okay if you have to use your imagination at the end.
The white walls caught the light, overpowering my judgment. I surrendered and receded into the alley. My bare feet cracked with the sand and grit of the pebbles, the heat almost intolerable. Barely distinguishable from the others, I knew this alley wasn’t the right one. Its walls were too high and the blue door wasn’t there before. I felt light-headed.
A few steps into the shade and I saw him, standing on the balcony watching me. Waiting for me. He knew I’d be here.
I crooked my head to see a man walking behind me. My opportunity had suddenly vanished.
Cradling my waist, he whisked me into the alley. His musky scent mingled with mine while we lingered, his breath on my cheek. I forgot about my aching feet searching for the restaurant with no street name.
“I think I’m hungry,” I said.
“We’re lost. Let’s skip it,” he said, nipping my neck.
Cupping his chin, I whispered, “They say this is the best restaurant in the world.”
He sighed. “It better be.”
In our candlelit corner, we savored a culinary experience that could not be matched. We returned to it in our future visits, pretending to be lost.