Sarah

Sarah was saving up for something special.  A wedding dress.  The biggest, prettiest, princessiest one she could find.  She was in love.  She had met Alex at the car wash.  They were both late for appointments, both waiting impatiently for the suds to squirt and quiver.  He was on his way to meet a woman - a blind date set up by his coworker Steve who had some sort of mystery skin condition on both arms.  But Alex was taken with Sarah's honest eyes.  The wisps of hair falling around her eyes reminded him of honey, of wheat, of happy times.  Sarah was late to pick up her dog from the groomers.  She loved Mipsy but could not bring herself to wash the dachshund, not with the way he squealed.  If she was a dog, she wouldn't want a bath either.  Alex, with his cologne and pompadour, vaguely reminded Sarah of Italian actors in black and white films.  Only he was 5'3".  Perhaps the movie stars were, too.  You could never really tell.  They exhanged glances that day at the car wash.  Then phone numbers,, then said goodbye.  They met for breakfast the following Sunday and it became a weekly tradition.  Seven weeks passed and even though they'd never kissed, never seen each other at night, Sarah new he was the one.  She started washing the dog herself to save cash for her dress.  One day soon, it would be worth it.