A Crowded Bus. Sitting. Reading. Late afternoon. Autumn. Traffic. Bumps. Tired, achy feet. Enter a voluptuous, warm, golden-colored, honey-eyed woman. Curly, mousse drippin' hair. She sits next to me. A nonchalant, seemingly familiar exchange.
>>> 'Honey, whatcha reading?'
>>> 'Uh, Until I Find You by John Irving.'
>>> 'Oh, honey, you already found me!'
>>> 'Honey, whatcha reading?'
>>> 'Uh, Until I Find You by John Irving.'
>>> 'Oh, honey, you already found me!'
2 comments:
I already like your blog now ;-)
keep up the good work!
chililady from austria
I LIVE ON WILSHIRE AND VERMONT. MAYBE NOT.
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