Photo prompt copyright Jill Wisoff
Blind Date in the Desert
It was a long, dusty road from his crops and his soft-coated cattle and the sweating girls with sun-bleached hair and broken nails. He was kind of missing all that but the talk on line had been good enough to kick him into action.
He got there around sundown. Everywhere candy-coloured lights glowed and glittered and flashed. They reminded him of them sweets that made his little brothers crazy.
He walked towards a pyramid. She was waiting. He took his hands out of his pockets.
She leaned into him. Kissed him.
City lights sparked and crackled in the grass.