Garrett Hildebrandt

First & Last

The silver haired woman waited patiently at the table, menu in hand. How much time had passed? She looked at her wrist, then remembered that she intentionally left her watch on the dresser at home. It's the only one she owned, and it clashed with the outfit she had planned for the evening. A white leather band, and she really wanted to wear a nice maroon blouse that was collecting dust in her closet. "When did I buy that" she thought to herself. It must have been a while ago. But she really liked it, the light fringes on the sleeves made her feel younger. How old was she these days? Hard to keep track of it.