January 12, 2011

Going Home

She stared at the television screen in the lobby, trying to concentrate on the commercial for what the company considered the best acne treatment
on the market today.

Her best friend had just boarded his flight, promising to get plenty of photos of the show and apologizing for leaving her to wait for a taxi. Some friend he turned out to be. "I packed my keys in my luggage. I'm so very sorry hun." He'd said.

Seriously, could this day get any worse? She glanced out the front lobby window just as the yellow taxi pulled up and the driver stepped out.

He was tall, muscular with dark skin and long curly brown hair. She smiled as she stood up and made her way out the lobby's double doors. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all.