I Hope This Email Finds You…

Flash Fiction.

I hope this email finds you in the bathroom bar when you go to freshen up and impulsively check your phone and that it throws you off for the rest of the date, leaves you completely unable to fully concentrate.

I hope this email finds you well but waiting very impatiently for this exact piece of correspondence — that you can’t think of or tackle another goddamn thing until you open it to reveal its contents, which then stick with you somehow even more than they were purposely meant to.