First Kiss

Maggie’s heart pounded harder than her footsteps on the concrete.  Her feet ached, but her mind only thought of David.  Already ten minutes late, she hoped he hadn’t given up on her.

Her heart fell when she saw the unoccupied park bench by the old-fashioned lamp post.  Their meeting place.  Maggie dropped onto the bench and hunched over, forehead resting in her hands.  She willed herself not to cry.

Soon, the wooden slats on the bench bowed and Maggie jerked her head up.  “David,” she whispered, then grinned.  She didn’t want to appear too eager, but she couldn’t hide her joy.

“Margaret, you look beautiful.”

Maggie blushed.  She looked down and touched her hair in a nervous gesture.  “Thank you.”

“I worried you wouldn’t come,” David said, slipping his hand around hers.

“I’m at the store buying milk, you know.”

David smiled.  “You sneaky little liar,” he teased.  “You escaped prison.”

“Oh, stop.  She means well.”  Maggie shook her head.  “She thinks you’re only after one thing.”

He leaned so close, his lips brushed her ear.  “She’s right.”

Maggie gasped.

“I’m after your heart, Margaret Ruth Martin.”

He already had that, but she couldn’t admit it just yet.  Instead, she summoned her voice of reason.  “But we only met three weeks ago.”

“It feels like longer.  Time passes more swiftly for us.”  He scooted closer.

Maggie drew an uneasy breath when David’s lips moved toward hers.  She wanted to run away, but she wanted to taste his kiss.  Her heart skipped a beat when their lips touched.

Her cell phone chimed and they both jumped.

She let out a nervous giggle.  “At our age… can you imagine?”  She fumbled to display the message.  “My daughter is worried.”

“She can wait.”  David slid the phone from her grasp and set it on the bench.  He cupped her face in his hands.  “Margaret, you may be seventy-five, but you don’t look a day over sixty.”

“Why, that’s the sweetest—”

His kiss smothered her words.

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This is my entry in the Trifecta weekly writing challenge.  We were asked to write a 33-333 word response (mine came in at 333 owrds) using the following word and definition:

UNEASY – marked by lack of ease : awkward, embarrassed <gave an uneasy laugh>

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As always, I appreicate you stopping by to read my story.