Sitting cross-legged, and with a carefree spirit, she summoned him over. Then had second thoughts. What if he was some mad man? It was too late now. He was making his way toward her, and she wasn’t in a position to get up quickly and run. Mustering all the courage she had, she waited for him to arrive.

“Where you motioning to me?” he asked.

“Um, no, I mean, yes, I mean, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I see. Well, I’ll be on my way then.”

“No, wait a sec. Maybe, this was meant to be.”

Maybe not….

 

June Writing Prompt – Sitting cross-legged, and with a carefree spirit, she summoned him over – Day 18/30

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