Perfect Match

By Amanda Quinn

You were smiling in the picture. I stretched it for clues. Tried to read your house number. We started messaging. You had a good job – something financial. A hypoallergenic puppy. Liked Laurel and Hardy. Perfect. I imagined us taking the dog for coastal walks. Coming back to curl up in front of Talking Movies. Things moved fast, but never at yours. I searched all the Hague Blue front doors in town until I found a match. And who you’d been hiding.
            
Amanda Quinn I lives in the North East of England where she works as a freelance writer and tutor.