24 hours later
I am lost for words. We'd planned our 13th (possible) meeting days ago, and again, Clara didn't arrive. What makes it more annoying is I said I would be in Whitchurch on Monday, and she pleaded (again) for me to go earlier, as she said she wanted to meet me sooner.
Part of me wants to believe her, but that part is losing the war with my mind, which keeps saying, "If she wants you so badly, why is she stalling?"
The other section is saying, "Give her up, she has proved she isn't interested, and is probably a scammer."
Yesterday's failed meeting was one I thought of cancelling as I saw some omens of ill will in my dreams.
A story I began years ago, suddenly came to mind, from nowhere. What was scary is the name of the spaceship was Empire's Wrath, but a rust stain changed Wrath into Wraith.
After that, I was reminded that it was Friday, and this would have been our 13th attempted meeting. Clara laughed it off with "Perhaps the 13th will be lucky for us."
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