Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Drabble #61

Not to worry, Olga nervously reassured herself. Daniel had said he would meet her at the place they first met. If only she remembered where that place was. All she could recall from that day was looking through a window at a gigantic fountain complete with a statue of a naked angel on top and having a very clumsy waiter-- Daniel-- spill coffee on her dress. But she remembered nothing else. Had her memory really failed her like this? She sat in her car and put her head in her hands. This was bad. What to do... what to do?

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