Wednesday, August 29, 2012
For this evening's Florida broadcast, Brian knots up an old standby, the suitcoat navy cravat with slim stripes of blush pink. His flight was delayed, then delayed again. No amount of frantic consultations of his watch could make time advance any faster. By the time his plane touched down, he had imagined a hundred different transports as fail-safe strategies. Grabbing his bag, he hailed the first cab in line and tersely gave the destination. Once there, he flung the doors open, gracelessly gained information from staff, and finally found the room. Too late. She was already here. A small rosy bundle was held out to him, and wordlessly, he took her in his arms.
Brought to Life by Nance at 9:28 PM