At 7:20am this morning queuing for the bus, the whole world was covered with beautiful white snow. Untouched by mankind.
I felt a youthful flush as I remembered the days of snowmen and snowball fights in the playground. Hardly without a thought, I eagerly scooped a handful of crisp white snow and packed it into a perfect sphere. It was just the right sort of snow.
Looking round for an easy target, I saw another person waiting for the bus glance quickly away. I raised my arm slowly and carefully...
Suddenly glowing hot with embarrassment, I lightly dropped the ball harmlessly into the ground, my body language screaming "I meant to do it".
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Hahah! Loved that story. I'm surprised the other person did not engage you in a little raillery.
ReplyDeleteRaillery - what an unusual word - I'll have to remember that.
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