The Dinner Date
You’d laugh to see me writing this now. It was the first thing you asked when I told you I was a novelist. “Are you going to put this in a story?”
I gave you my standard answer. “Only if you piss me off.”
You grinned. “Revenge fiction, huh? Better than revenge porn, I suppose.”
For the record, you didn’t piss me off. And this isn’t fiction, though most people will think it is. Mysterious figures with magical powers will do that, every time.
But I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Let’s start over.
I’m a pro at that now, thanks to you. Starting over.