We listen to the burbling brook, walking in silence.
This date is floundering.
My fault. Should have worn my glasses. But no, I just had to impress. Spent this whole date stumbling. She tried to guide me; I smacked her hand away. Oops.
Nothing’ll save this date.
Then it happens.
She’s pointing to the brook.
A cat floats by.
I valiantly jump in.
My date cries out.
“Don’t worry,” I say.
It’s biting me, but I smile as I drag it out of the water.
It scurries away, not like a cat. What the Hell did I just save?