If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
It’s was a funny little concept, and she mused about it all alone in the back garden as she looked at the overcast sky.
The clouds were fully grey today. The weather’s not gonna be so nice for so long. She sighed to herself at the thought.
Tomorrow would be a bad hair day.
Fiona could just tell.
She sat on a lone bench, waiting for him to arrive.
Goddess, what exactly is taking him so long?
“You’d think he’s the woman in this engagement with how late he always shows up.” She mumbled under her breath.
The word ‘engagement’ left a bitter feeling in her mouth. But she refused to think about anything of the sort.
Shifting uncomfortably, she glanced at her watch.
Ten minutes late.
“You haven't been waiting too long, have you?” The sou
