5 of 19

Write now Article Tools

Page 2 of 3

as he anxiously reached for the power switch.

The moments for the screens to come up seemed torturously long even for the few seconds they took. He quickly typed in the URL for the dating webpage and typed in his user ID and password. His heart leaped as he saw the mail icon on his home page flash that he had mail. Clicking on the icon his mail list opened and he saw that there was a message from "Petunia". Paul drew a deep breath and clicked on the message to open it up.

He began to read and was feeling hopeful as she explained that she had been traveling and had not been home to check her mail but she thought he had sounded like someone she would love to meet but she would like to get to know him a bit more and that since it was Saturday night that she would be in the chat room if he would like to chat and try to get to know each other more. Paul immediately clicked on the chat room button and as the screen opened up there was Petunia and Paul nervously typed "Hi".

After going over all the usual introductory information, Paul and Petunia chatted on all the subjects that they both loved. Paul was at ease and chatted freely without any nervousness. Then a message from Petunia popped up "OMG do you realize what time it is?" Paul knew the hour was late but he did not care this was the woman for him and he could feel it. Quickly he typed "yes I know but I really like to meet you soon". After a bit of a delay Petunia typed "have you ever been to the museum in Johnstown?" Paul responded back "No but I know where it is". After a bit of a delay a message popped up "OK I will meet you there at 2 PM". Paul started to panic "how will I know you?" "Easy look for a painting in the gallery of how you think I look and I will meet you right at 2 PM in front of that painting". Paul pounded out rapidly "which painting?" The reply back "if you are the man I think you are you will know it in an instant when you see it. Night". Then Petunia had exited the chat room.

Paul slumped in his chair. How was he to find the painting and the woman that he desired? He then the thought to find the website for the Johnstown museum flashed in his mind. He saw that on Sundays the museum opened at 1 PM. He quickly perused the collection information but nothing jumped out at him about which painting Petunia was speaking of. He shutdown his computer and decided to get to bed so that he would be at the museum as soon as it opened.

That Sunday as the guard unlocked the front door to the museum precisely

• << previous page
• 1
• 2
• 3
• next page >>

Add your voice

Know something about Short stories: A rendezvous at the museum?
We want to hear your view. Write now!