Sunny day, bright sunshine, smell of rain in the air and promise of exhilarating retail therapy. All alone. Company of a faithful plastic pal .
The cherry on the already juicy goey loaded chocolate cake , 4 letter words spelling a world of promise, proclaiming the end of another season.
Nothing could be more perfect.
Look up. And peering from the other side of the window, looking into her eyes, was what once was everything and then ceased existing. A shadow of ghost from dusty forgotten yesterday.
A blink.
And the ghost turned and walked away, hands tucked into pockets, eyes searching feet. Maybe embarassed, maybe nostalgic. Maybe just sniggering at wide eyes and shaky hands.
The sun was too strong, and the stench of the wet earth overwhelming. The crowds too loud and the promises ugly.
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The cherry on the already juicy goey loaded chocolate cake , 4 letter words spelling a world of promise, proclaiming the end of another season.
Nothing could be more perfect.
Look up. And peering from the other side of the window, looking into her eyes, was what once was everything and then ceased existing. A shadow of ghost from dusty forgotten yesterday.
A blink.
And the ghost turned and walked away, hands tucked into pockets, eyes searching feet. Maybe embarassed, maybe nostalgic. Maybe just sniggering at wide eyes and shaky hands.
The sun was too strong, and the stench of the wet earth overwhelming. The crowds too loud and the promises ugly.
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