…One.

I was ready.

At least, I had been ready. That morning.

Now that evening, I was sick with anxiety.

I’d spent the day cleaning my apartment, getting a much needed, much resented manicure, and drinking an exorbitant amount of coffee to keep me going. I was too nervous to eat but by 9pm, I was becoming dizzy from lack of nourishment and excessive caffeine, so I shoveled in a handful of Fritos.

Of course, that was when the downstairs buzzer went off.

I knew from experience that I had about 50 seconds, give or take, from when that sound rang through my apartment, to when someone would be at my door. That didn’t give me a lot of time.

I choked down the Fritos and then hurriedly sprayed air-freshener throughout the room, having chained-smoked for the past 30 minutes as a result of my taught nerves. I dove for the pack of gum in my purse, ripped out a piece and chewed it frantically. I then spit it out in the trash as I didn’t want to have gum in my mouth.

I looked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a black sweater, black jeans and black boots. I shook my head. I should be wearing color! That’s what Sheri had instructed. How could I have forgotten?? Should I change??

I moved toward the closet but the knock at the door told me I was too late.

Smoothing my hands over my sweater, I took a raggedy breath as I stepped to the door. I opened it slowly.

“Hi,” I breathed. I gripped the doorknob tightly so my hand wouldn’t shake. My other hand shot to my hair involuntarily and twirled a lock between my fingers.

“Hi.”

“Come in,” I said and opened the door all the way. I stepped back to make more room.

“Thanks.”

“Um…,” I said. “So…welcome to New York.”

“Thank you,” he said. He moved to the center of the room and shrugged off his duffel bag.

I shut the door behind us. Then I turned to face him and chewed my lip nervously. He looked at me briefly and then stepped towards me.

“Hi,” I said again.

“Hi.” He then put his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

And then I didn’t know what to say.

Because see, it was My Ex.

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32 thoughts on “…One.”

    1. You know I had a master plan, SP, on how I was going to introduce all this. But I guess, as they say, “The best laid plans…” The ‘preview’ and ‘publish’ buttons are too close together! šŸ™‚

  1. Trace…got chills reading this. A pop of color is nice…but all black is always SEXIER on you. Can’t wait to read more. Love Ya, Sheri

  2. Whoa! I have missed the blog for a couple of weeks but what a great post to come back to. Just reading it made me nervous. Haha.

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