Her roommate was skeptical when Carolyn told her that she was going to meet a guy she had been exchanging messages with on a dating site. “You need to be careful,” Sara told her. “What do you really know about this guy, Carolyn?”
“I know that he’s good looking, he’s smart and funny, and he wants to meet me at his yacht club for an early dinner on his yacht,” Carolyn said. “His yacht, Sara!”
“Carolyn,” Sara said, “these guys who use online dating sites are trying to sell themselves and aren’t always honest.”
“But he really seems genuine,” Carolyn said. “Besides, I can take if myself. If he’s a bust, I’ll know it right away and will scoot. Now help me pick out a suitable outfit to wear to dinner on a yacht.”
When Carolyn left for the yacht club to meet her online date, Sara urged her roommate to text her to let her know she was okay.
About an hour later, Sara received a text.
He’s older and fatter than his photo and his “yacht” is a large, yellow rowboat that he calls “Banana Republic.” But he seems harmless enough. See you in a few hours.
“I’m calling to report a missing person,” Sara told the police when Carolyn never returned from her date.
Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner. Sorry, Roger, my post is 18 words over 200. Photo Credit: Morguefile.