150 Words: Under the clock

Mar 25, 2025

Emma slowly walked into the restaurant. She knew the class reunion would be awkward, as all she could share was that she had divorced and was raising her children alone. As she entered the private dining room, she saw Laslo, her old flame. They had dated for three years in high school. Her heart raced a bit faster. The man had put on some weight, but he was still handsome and also divorced. They talked as if twenty years hadn't passed. At eleven, they left. Laslo helped Emma with her coat and asked if she would like to have dinner with him sometime. Emma nodded.

'Tuesday at seven at Moscow Square, under the clock?' the man asked. Emma smiled and nodded.

'Just like old times…’ she said, laughing, and then turned somber. There was no Moscow Square, nor a clock anymore...

– Eszter

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