Naked Truth

Sunday Story ~ Naked Truth

When he suggested they meet, Isabel was nervous, but curious, so she agreed. They would meet somewhere neutral. A restaurant by the river.
Showing her age, Isabel felt silly having only known him from the Internet.

This was a first for her but Isabel suspected he had done this before, although he denied it, Isabel didn’t believe him.

In fact, there had been a time recently when he was flirting with a girl, via WhatsApp, and finally they met on Skype and he decided the girl was ugly and he disconnected. But that was not the kind of thing he wanted to tell Isabel. Not yet. Still, he planned to play a game; it was just his sense of humor.
Isabel tried to ignore her unease and instead switched on YouTube and watched her favorite crime show, a dating show where people met on the Internet and then in real life blood was shed.

Isabel went to her closet to see what would look best with blood all over it; she had a dark sense of humor. She decided to wear a white dress so that if something untoward happened the forensics team would have an easy time deciphering.

Isabel was first to arrive at the restaurant and chose a table by the water. To her horror he arrived with a pretty young lady on his arm. They were overtly flirting. What the hell? Immediately, Isabel excused herself and got up to leave and on purpose accidentally knocked the cad into the river. Where he flailed, noisily, clearly drowning.

“He doesn’t swim!” Shouted the pretty young lady.                                                                                                                                                                                How do you know?” Isabel asked angrily.                                                                                                                                                                                                 “He’s my brother! We were playing a prank for heaven’s sake! To break the ice!”

Isabel dove in and rescued him. Sitting on the dock they waited for him to stop coughing. There was no overlooking the water had turned her dress translucent, “That was my plan,” he spluttered, and soon all three of them were laughing.

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  1. Christina, enjoying your blog. COINCIDENTALLY, I have just written a very similar story to:

    Sunday Story ~ Naked Truth

    When he suggested they meet, Isabel was nervous, but curious, so she agreed. They would meet somewhere neutral. A restaurant by the river. Showing her age, Isabel felt silly having only known him from the Internet.

    This was a first for her but Isabel suspected he had done this before, although he denied it. Isabel didn’t believe his story about the books.

    In fact, there had been a time recently when he was flirting with the idea of going to Kosovo, an idea that compelled him, drew him toward the unknown depths of that recurring underwater dream where he had often breathed. But that was not the kind of thing he wanted to tell Isabel. Not yet. Still, he planned to play a game; it was just his sense of humor. He might be losing his senses, but not that one, thank God.

    Isabel tried to ignore her unease and instead switched on YouTube and watched her favorite crime show, a dating show where people met on the Internet and then in real life blood was shed.

    He had told her that he found a book at the library sale entitled Kosovo, A Short History. And the sale price was a dollar, second book free! He chose for a second book Do These Gloves Make My Ass Look Fat?

    Isabel went to her closet to see what would look best with blood all over it; she had a dark sense of humor. She decided to wear a white dress so that if something untoward happened the forensics team would have an easy time deciphering.

    Isabel was first to arrive at the restaurant and chose a table by the water.

    To her horror he hobbled over with a copy of her book under one arm and his maul on the other. He was a hundred and five years old with a beard down to his diaper.

    What the hell?

    Immediately, Isabel excused herself and got up to leave and on purpose accidentally knocked the oldster into the river. Where he floated, noiselessly, with an effortless backstroke toward the dock ladder.

    “He doesn’t swim!” Shouted the maul.

    “How do you know?” Isabel asked angrily. “He’s almost to the ladder.”

    “He’s my great great uncle! We were playing a prank for heaven’s sake! To break the ice!”

    Isabel redundantly dove in and rescued him. Sitting on the dock they waited for him to stop his pretend coughing. There was no overlooking the water had turned her dress translucent, “That was my plan,” he spluttered, and soon all three of them were laughing.

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