I feel like the tone for this one is a little different than my usual work, but I like it anyway. The prompt was fancy.
Twinkling at her eye-level, his lapel pin was a breaching humpback whale, with tiny black diamonds for eyes. A little gaudy, perhaps, but his presence here supported a good cause.
Ever since she was a little girl, she’d wanted to Save the Whales. She didn’t know that sitting at his table that night at the gala would give her life the one thing it was missing. She had a career, she had a purpose, she had hobbies. All that was left was companionship.
He kissed her fingers when he bid her goodnight, promising to call her tomorrow for dinner.
© 2018 Heather Stephens