Friday Fictioneers – cooling off.


A shot of heat went through her, a mixture of excitement and shame.

He seemed to have remembered their favourite treat, near where they first met, on Pine Street.

Years ago, in their twenties, they had a torrid, frantic relationship and
she recently decided to look him up.

He’d responded eagerly and they’d had several texts, loaded with the old
cryptic messages that each had to unlock.

So, when he said to meet at the ‘box of ice’ she knew he meant ice cream. It must have been nerves that caused him to type ‘off ice.’

She hurried on.

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