© 2018 Rebecca Wralstad. All Rights Reserved. Time-stamped by Beta Readers.
She picked my pocket on the subway but only got a crumpled love letter.
“You never sent it.” She beat me to the corner café and slipped the envelope back over my heart.
Her close perfume tripled my pulse. “People change.”
“Maybe.” She pulled out my wallet and smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?”