As soon as I saw her entering the hotel bar, I knew she was special. Our eyes met and there was a lightening bolt of chemistry that only ever happens once in a lifetime.
We sat at the table by the window and I felt so proud. Her face was foxy, her figure was an hour glass shown off to perfection by her demure black cocktail dress.
We talked about my love of painting and her PhD in Fine Art. We held hands across the table and I was almost afraid to ask.
When she stepped inside my hotel room, we held each other and kissed as if we could make all our troubles go away and prevent the world from ending.
I whispered breathlessly into her ear "I think I'm falling in love with you. I want you so much"
Her voice was husky, low, soft and gentle, and I knew she was mine when she whispered sexily into my ear:
"That will be five hundred dollars ..."
The End
(Rob Hopcott - online author - Fiction - News)
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This micro fiction postcard short story about a hotel romance is copyright Rob Hopcott 2008, all rights reserved. All characters and places in this short postcard romance story and other free on-line humor, short stories, flash fictions, micro-fictions, sudden fictions, post card fictions or very short stories on this site, are fictitious and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Love at first sight - a micro fiction postcard short story about a hotel romance by Rob Hopcott
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