Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
“Never let a fraud steal your heart,” thought Julie.
Too late. She’d met him on a well-known and highly-regarded dating website. He had all the right assets. Smart, funny, independent, good job, loved babies and puppies—maybe too good to be true.
So they’d agreed to meet in a public place just for coffee. Each drove separately, so there would be no awkwardness if things didn’t work out.
The electricity between them could have lit up New York. They drowned in each other’s eyes, speaking without words throughout the evening. When he gently, carefully touched her hand, she was lost.
“What a gentleman,” she thought. He wasn’t pushy, wasn’t brazen and forward. She wanted to see him again.
They made another date, and the relationship progressed like a love story in a fairy tale. Julie felt she’d met her heart’s desire, the other half of herself, the best guy in the world.
It lasted until she came home from work one day and found her door already open, the lock broken. Her apartment was empty. The police took the list she’d made, but they weren’t hopeful. Her laptop was gone, all her good jewelry, clothing, shoes, anything of any value. He had her computer, so he also had access to her finances.All she had left was what was in her purse and her car.
And the fragments of a shredded heart when she found the note on her bathroom mirror: “Hi, Julie. You’re looking at a sucker :)”