She thought this night would never end.
One after another, a blur of faces, but the same look
of hope in each of their eyes as they met her own, “Will
you be the one?”
Five minutes with a stranger was a heartbeat.
Five minutes with a stranger was an eternity.
She snuggled under the covers, wrapping her arms
around the purring bundle of fur curled warmly against her stomach, “He’s got to be out there somewhere.”
From the
Five Sentence Fiction prompt, “Night.”
