The next time she opened her eyes, she was in Boston. Groggy, she couldn't believe she had managed to sleep for so long. She wondered if Jonah would be waiting for her at the airport. She had told him not to bother, but secretly hoped he would.

How strange, she thought, to be here. Finally. Her stomach flipped. She felt anxious. Had she made the right decision? Panic.

Her cell phone started ringing, breaking her thought process. It was him.


"Hallooo!" he said, his accent distinct.

She loved the way he sounded when he spoke. She returned the greeting.


He laughed. She smiled.

1 comment:

Jenious said...

Nice "written" Boston accent :-)