Once upon a time, on a cold night in Halifax, there lived a girl. She was the type of girl who needed an Ipod to walk even 5 minutes up the street. She also liked to own things that matched; she was especially fond of the way her mittens matched her coat.
She parted ways with her friend at the street corner. Having 2 more blocks to walk, she fished out her Ipod while she held her mittens securely in her hand. But by the time she got her headphones untangled, she realized she was only holding one more mitten. Knowing better than to panic, she turned around and surveyed the suburban landscape for the sign of her lost mitten.
She spotted it lying 30 feet away. How sad and lonely it looked on the cold dark pavement. She quickened her pace.
The door from the video store opened. A man, wearing a very nice wool jacket, great dark denim straight-leg jeans and a pair of black leather shoes stepped confidently into the cool February air. He looked at the mitten, paused, and then bent over and picked it up. He looked around. He took one more look at the mitten and walked into the video store. When he came back out, he no longer held her mitten in his hands. He walked away with an expression that suggested he wanted more.
She wished he had seen her. She wanted to call out to him. What would she say. Their eyes would meet he would take her unmittend hand between his own. He would know instantly that the she was the only one who could ever own that mitten. He would also like the way it matched her coat so perfectly. But more importantly, he would like the way it matched her. And together, they would live. Happily ever after.
She parted ways with her friend at the street corner. Having 2 more blocks to walk, she fished out her Ipod while she held her mittens securely in her hand. But by the time she got her headphones untangled, she realized she was only holding one more mitten. Knowing better than to panic, she turned around and surveyed the suburban landscape for the sign of her lost mitten.
She spotted it lying 30 feet away. How sad and lonely it looked on the cold dark pavement. She quickened her pace.
The door from the video store opened. A man, wearing a very nice wool jacket, great dark denim straight-leg jeans and a pair of black leather shoes stepped confidently into the cool February air. He looked at the mitten, paused, and then bent over and picked it up. He looked around. He took one more look at the mitten and walked into the video store. When he came back out, he no longer held her mitten in his hands. He walked away with an expression that suggested he wanted more.
She wished he had seen her. She wanted to call out to him. What would she say. Their eyes would meet he would take her unmittend hand between his own. He would know instantly that the she was the only one who could ever own that mitten. He would also like the way it matched her coat so perfectly. But more importantly, he would like the way it matched her. And together, they would live. Happily ever after.
1 Comments:
Let's go to the 'what would she say' part...
She called out, "HEY! THAT'S MY MITTEN!!!"
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