This is the 3rd in a series of message in a bottle stories (Renee, Brad, Ophelia). Complete series will be posted soon! (*note, use of Ophelia here is for creative purposes not reporting of actual events)
Ophelia screwed the plastic cap back on her coke bottle, then shook the slip of paper inside down to the bottom. Next, she wound a length of duct tape around it to secure the seal. She closed her eyes and threw the bottle into Lake Michigan. When she opened them again, she saw a man down the path doing what appeared to be the same. The cellphone in her pocket began to buzz. A number she didn't recognize. She answered it.
"Hey, Ophelia. It's Oliver. Are you down by the lake?"
"Yes, in fact I am."
The figure she'd seen was walking towards her, hand at his ear. They each hung up as they met.
"Guess we had the same idea." he said.
The note Ophelia had put in the bottle and thrown into the water was a wish list. The first item, just above finding a job, was true love. Could it possibly have worked so quickly?
"I guess so."
They walked down the path to a bench and sat together.
"I missed you." Oliver said.
"I missed you too."
He leaned over to kiss her. And Ophelia's musings were confirmed in the hot amethyst passion she felt fill her body as his lips pressed against hers.
(to be continued)
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