Don’t Stop Believin’

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Annalisa stared down at the menu, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple in the dim light of late night. The other pages were just as crowded with options, all of them equally unappetizing, but she knew she had to make a decision, and knew that Rory, sitting opposite her at the patio table, was beetling his brows and tugging at his walrus-like mustache.  As was his habit, he waited in judgment, ready to trumpet his corrections to whatever choice she might make.

But what was her alternative, when her family had made it clear to her that she had to marry this bloated, oversized self-made Monopoly Millionaire, so that they might gain access to his fortune and erase their equally oversized family debt?

The waiter stood nervously by, hands gripped behind his back; the tension was, in a word, palpable.

“I’ll have an iced latte to go, please,” she stated as she rose from the table, and without another word, without another glanced strolled to the midnight train for a one-way ticket going anywhere.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)

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