100-Word Story About Autumn

“Take the long way home,” she said, and I didn’t know what she meant.

Was it because it was a sunny autumn day? Did she want to witness first-hand that perfect ratio of the leaves that remained in the trees to those that danced in the breeze along the parkways that outlined and followed the bodies of water that lead, not directly, but certainly eventually, to our destination?

Or was she simply a big fan of Supertramp?

The fact that I didn’t know was proof that we either would need a second date, or should never see each other again.