The Museum
The Museum This short story comes from the prompt: Write about two characters who meet and/or fall in love in a museum (photo source: Museum of Modern Art MoMA) I entered the museum, following the crowded line of people towards the area where police officers and ticket takers stood side by side. Of course, the line had to be too fucking long. By the time I’d gotten to the front of the line, twenty minutes had passed. Well, it was my own fault for coming on a Saturday. I pulled out my phone and showed my ticket to the employee, and they allowed me to pass. I wandered around the front of the museum like an idiot. My friend was supposed to meet me here, but they haven’t yet. While typing an angry text to send to them, my attention slipped away from where I was going, and I fucking bumped into a broad shoulder enclosed by leather. “Ow!” I winced. “Are you alright, Ms.?” a light voice said. I stepped back, examining who I had hit with my stupidity. His leather jacket hugged close to hi