Boxing gloves, wine, hour, barrier, skirt, lump, pebble, key, orange, prince
I felt a lump, as if a pebble was stuck in my throat as I tried not to cry. I was an hour late and my love, my prince was waiting. A barrier separated us, a locked door I could not seem to open. My hands felt awkward and sweaty as if I wore heavy boxing gloves. Wiping my hands off on my skirt had not helped the key would not turn. He looks impatient standing there tossing an orange hand to hand a bottle of wine at his feet. I am afraid he will leave before I get through.