The invitation
All stories, especially love ones, begin with words…Actually, I don’t know any of them because I’m not a writer, but still let me share my story with you, my dear reader.
I can’t say where the young girl met her husband, but he was in the bathroom when our story began. The girl’s name was Angela and her hubby’s name was Alfred.
Alfred was tired and he wanted to relax. So he took a sponge and asked his wife: « Would you like to go to a company party with me? One of my clients invited me..I don’t know him well, but he and his colleagues are very nice and friendly!
«Sure! Where is it?»
« Turkey!»
«Which part?»
«Antalya»
«Brilliant!»
The couple was really happy about the upcoming trip as they wanted to get away from their weekdays. They took a suitcase and started packing. Angela took her finest dress, the most trendy tights ever, two coats, three cardigans and a dozen colourful socks. To tell the truth, she was a shopaholic. It drove her hubby crazy. He was a very practical man and took only one T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He wanted Angela to follow his example but she didn’t want to…What did she want? What did he want? Neither of them knew.
They had been married long enough to understand whether they were happy or sad, joyful or depressed, glad or upset…They didn’t ask each other. They didn’t even ask themselves.
Some time later our couple found themselves in Domodedovo airport…
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автор я, Анна Громова (c)
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