Alice looked nervously at her watch. Was he coming? He was already 15 minutes late. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Not that she would have blamed him. In his shoes she probably wouldn’t have come either. But then she would never have ended up in his shoes.
She paced the walkway, glancing at the clock . Was it her after all? For years she’d fought feelings of blame and now, when she thought she’d dealt with them for good, the creeping doubts were threatening her again.
She glanced at her watch again. Time was up. It was over. She turned to pick up her bag.
“Hello, Alice” He said.
[Photograph writing prompt taken from: http://susielindau.com/2012/01/17/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-friday-fictioneers/#more-1673 ]