Women Seeking Women - 74

She left the ad up. But she knew she wouldn’t need it again. Want me to continue this into a longer story or adjust the tone (more wistful, more humorous, more erotic)?

When the café began to close, June walked Margo to her car. They stood in the damp evening, mist curling around the streetlights.

“Women seeking women, 74. Retired librarian. Love dogs, rainy afternoons, and books that take their time. Not looking for a project or a nurse. Looking for someone to argue with about whether fog is sad or sexy. Let’s get coffee and see who looks away first.” women seeking women 74

June smiled back. “Good. We start with the truth.”

They talked for three hours. About fog. About the library board that had tried to ban a picture book in 1987. About June’s late wife, who had loved terrible reality TV. About Margo’s dog, a grumpy schnauzer named Proust. She left the ad up

Her name was June. She ordered black coffee, no sugar, and sat down without taking off her coat.

Here’s a raw draft based on the prompt “women seeking women 74”: The Last First Date When the café began to close, June walked Margo to her car

“Same time Thursday?” June asked.