When the café began to close, June walked Margo to her car. They stood in the damp evening, mist curling around the streetlights.
Margo had clicked “send” before she could talk herself out of it. That was three days ago. Now she sat in the corner booth of a café that used to be a hardware store, watching the door. women seeking women 74
They talked for three hours. About fog. About the library board that had tried to ban a picture book in 1987. About June’s late wife, who had loved terrible reality TV. About Margo’s dog, a grumpy schnauzer named Proust. When the café began to close, June walked Margo to her car
Her name was June. She ordered black coffee, no sugar, and sat down without taking off her coat. That was three days ago
“I read everything.” June pulled a folded printout from her pocket. “You said ‘argue about whether fog is sad or sexy.’ So I’m starting. Fog is sexy because it hides things. Sad fog is just weather. Sexy fog is possibility.”
Here’s a raw draft based on the prompt “women seeking women 74”: The Last First Date