This prompt was it had to be on a riverbank. We had 15 minutes, but my 3-year-old was being a 3-year-old and making life difficult, so I got maybe 10. lol
First dates are the most important. The ones you spent hours preparing for. Picking your best clothes for, picking the most uncomfortable underwear that ride up your crack but make you look your sexiest.
All that work…wasted. If only I could have stopped the wave of disgust from showing on my face. Or ignore the scent of sewage or the putrid green sludge that coated the riverbank, making my stomach heave.
Nathaniel stands next to me, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck as it flushes red. Looking anywhere but the shoreline. “It wasn’t like this last time,” he swears as he sneaks a glance at me.
My cheeks are tinged green, and I probably look like a chipmunk hoarding my fall stash in my cheeks as I try not to vomit all over his shoes.