Blind dates were never her thing but this time, she accepted. She wasn’t entirely sure why.
Before arriving on the boardwalk, she had a shot of vodka to calm her nerves. Her so-called friends had accused her of being a bit uptight, and she wished it didn’t bother her. She tucked the mini flask beneath her dress in her garter for safekeeping.
Pyotr was a lovely man with a hearty laugh, and he was not shy. He was lively and charismatic and insisted on spinning her around and around to the music drifting on the wind. He was hard to resist.
“You are a beautiful woman!” He said. “Don’t be shy. Enjoy the music, the sea, while we are young and still can.”
She blushed but smiled and felt warm inside. His enthusiasm was contagious.
“Drink?” He asked as he offered her his own flask, which had been hidden away in a coat pocket.
She gratefully accepted, taking more than she probably should have. He laughed again loudly, and she couldn’t help but join in.
They continued dancing and spinning, and before she knew it, the salty breeze or was it the vodka, had carried them out onto the waves.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Microfiction Challenge #15: Freedom. Painting prompt by Ilya Repin. WC 200.