Divorced, thirty-six years old, three children and nearly penniless, Ilene worried over the imponderibilia awaiting her if she could not quickly find a husband.
After taking the kids to her mom, Ilene stood before her mirror, rubbing her hands one more time over her shining black hair to remove all traces of tangles. She leaned forward for a better look in the mirror to search for flaws or baggy eyes caused by a sleepless night. She could not afford to be negligent in any way. In her singles profile, she had claimed to be an up and coming twenty-eight-year-old career woman.
She was expecting a scintillating evening with Howard. He was a great conversationalist – at least he writing made him seem so. He was extremely good looking – at least his profile picture was. He had plenty of money – at least his villa, car, and boat indicated so. He was extremely confident – at least the repartee shown online seemed so.
Even the wind chimes sounded a happy tune as she awaited her online suitor. She glanced out the window showing poise expected in a successful single lady.
Oh, no! Just when she thought everything was ready, there was an old man walking up to her door. Probably a bill collector. Thinking to get rid of him fast, she opened the door. “I’m Howard,” he stammered hesitantly as he reached a timid hand out to her.
Challenge by mindlovemiserysmenagerie to use these words: rub, tangle, scintillate, search, wind chime, alone, traces, poise, negligent, imponderabilia, mirror, everything.