lisabeth
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falling in love
pink for the hearts and the gold that soaks in those liquor-kissed hearts.
Even the sky is in love!
She is disgusted as she stands up angrily, pigeons flutter about, she quickly looks around as she takes the turn towards her office building. She is focused, doesnt want to see anymore hearts and fluttering pink doe eyes. She bumps into one of her office workers so suddenly and almost –too violently.
“OOF!” her face has buried into this young woman's…what’s—her---those twins! Those—she feels her face heat up like a lit furnace. “Oh, I’m…”
She sputters. Her co-worker grabs hold of her so she doesn’t lose balance.
“Hey, you,” the woman says very friendily, her voice stirs her awake. “You all right?” Her fingers are softly digging into the pigeon girl's skin, to clutch her there--and, her eyes are looking straight to this co-worker...
She clears her throat, looks up, feeling surly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Watch where you’re going.”
The sudden laughter almost startles her. “You’re the one that bumped into me.”
“Yeah…well.” Her face feels flushed and the warmth is spreading through her body. Pigeon girl looks into that annoying girl's dark eyes. “If you knew where I was and I didn’t, you would have the sense to move out of the way.”
“Allright. Fine...” her co-worker sends her a small puckish smile.
“Allright then.”
Barely a whisper, a smile. It’s enough.
As she walks back inside, the shadows envelope her, her heart skips a beat.
the next day, she looks for the woman who she bumped into. Today she is wearing something brighter. She has discarded her worn shoes and stockings, for something colourful. Her tied mousy hair is worn around her face, and she had actually put on some lip gloss and felt guilty doing it. She hopes that that co-worker is into the girls, but she is not so sure you know?
Hope. Yes, she hopes. Then her heart feels like bursting. She wants to know what it's like to fall in love, and she's sure this is as close as it gets.
She almost skips towards during her lunch break.
And when she is waiting there with the pigeons, she sees her, with a man in a suit, and that woman kisses him deeply.
Her heart plummets a little.
"it's allright" she tells herself.
Nodding, it's ok. It's ok.
She eats her sandwich quietly, throwing a few breadcrumbs to the pigeons.
Even the sky is in love!
She is disgusted as she stands up angrily, pigeons flutter about, she quickly looks around as she takes the turn towards her office building. She is focused, doesnt want to see anymore hearts and fluttering pink doe eyes. She bumps into one of her office workers so suddenly and almost –too violently.
“OOF!” her face has buried into this young woman's…what’s—her---those twins! Those—she feels her face heat up like a lit furnace. “Oh, I’m…”
She sputters. Her co-worker grabs hold of her so she doesn’t lose balance.
“Hey, you,” the woman says very friendily, her voice stirs her awake. “You all right?” Her fingers are softly digging into the pigeon girl's skin, to clutch her there--and, her eyes are looking straight to this co-worker...
She clears her throat, looks up, feeling surly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Watch where you’re going.”
The sudden laughter almost startles her. “You’re the one that bumped into me.”
“Yeah…well.” Her face feels flushed and the warmth is spreading through her body. Pigeon girl looks into that annoying girl's dark eyes. “If you knew where I was and I didn’t, you would have the sense to move out of the way.”
“Allright. Fine...” her co-worker sends her a small puckish smile.
“Allright then.”
Barely a whisper, a smile. It’s enough.
As she walks back inside, the shadows envelope her, her heart skips a beat.
the next day, she looks for the woman who she bumped into. Today she is wearing something brighter. She has discarded her worn shoes and stockings, for something colourful. Her tied mousy hair is worn around her face, and she had actually put on some lip gloss and felt guilty doing it. She hopes that that co-worker is into the girls, but she is not so sure you know?
Hope. Yes, she hopes. Then her heart feels like bursting. She wants to know what it's like to fall in love, and she's sure this is as close as it gets.
She almost skips towards during her lunch break.
And when she is waiting there with the pigeons, she sees her, with a man in a suit, and that woman kisses him deeply.
Her heart plummets a little.
"it's allright" she tells herself.
Nodding, it's ok. It's ok.
She eats her sandwich quietly, throwing a few breadcrumbs to the pigeons.
lol
---the end.
---the end.
🙂
I lost myself in your story for a moment there.
I lost myself in your story for a moment there.
I know... lisabeth?!
"And when she is waiting there with the pigeons, she sees her, with a
man in a suit, and that woman kisses him deeply. "
Or so she thought... because suddenly, Co-worker reels back
and slaps Hell out of the Man in the Suit, and stalks off with
purpose, straightening her dress as she goes.
She catches sight of Pigeon girl, and marches over to her,
pulling her along with her as she goes, nearly causing Pigeon
to trip over her own feet.
But Pigeon girl would follow her to the end of the earth, if she
would have her.
And so they stalked off into the sunset, together, arms linked,
to file a restraining order against the perverted Man in the Suit.
It was granted-- as fate would have it, he was wanted in three
states and the District of Columbia.
Pigeons heart swelled.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
"And when she is waiting there with the pigeons, she sees her, with a
man in a suit, and that woman kisses him deeply. "
Or so she thought... because suddenly, Co-worker reels back
and slaps Hell out of the Man in the Suit, and stalks off with
purpose, straightening her dress as she goes.
She catches sight of Pigeon girl, and marches over to her,
pulling her along with her as she goes, nearly causing Pigeon
to trip over her own feet.
But Pigeon girl would follow her to the end of the earth, if she
would have her.
And so they stalked off into the sunset, together, arms linked,
to file a restraining order against the perverted Man in the Suit.
It was granted-- as fate would have it, he was wanted in three
states and the District of Columbia.
Pigeons heart swelled.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
Good story! I like your ability to create imagery in the reader's head!
I got lost in the story also and would have liked it to last longer.
I got lost in the story also and would have liked it to last longer.
Posted by lisabethur8Except, that's not the end! There was a connection, the spark it lit may be quite small, but it could be coursing through the Co_workers body...she could be kissing the man in the suit so deeply because she fears her excitement due to the exchange with pigeon girl!!! Their minor collision had knocked something new into her system. Surely she could have fallen in love at first sight? This could change everything she knew about herself. No, she must assure herself and pigeon girl, that 'men' (in or out of suits) are what she goes for! While secretly hoping, yes, hoping, that pigeon is way stronger than she is and will pursue her...
lol
---the end.
*Surely she couldn't have fallen... (typo)
Posted by MontgomeryHappily ever after is never that easy! It happens though...
I know... lisabeth?!
"And when she is waiting there with the pigeons, she sees her, with a
man in a suit, and that woman kisses him deeply. "
Or so she thought... because suddenly, Co-worker reels back
and slaps Hell out of the Man in the Suit, and stalks off with
purpose, straightening her dress as she goes.
She catches sight of Pigeon girl, and marches over to her,
pulling her along with her as she goes, nearly causing Pigeon
to trip over her own feet.
But Pigeon girl would follow her to the end of the earth, if she
would have her.
And so they stalked off into the sunset, together, arms linked,
to file a restraining order against the perverted Man in the Suit.
It was granted-- as fate would have it, he was wanted in three
states and the District of Columbia.
Pigeons heart swelled.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
Posted by Aqu@LibraI needed closure. 😄Posted by MontgomeryHappily ever after is never that easy! It happens though...
I know... lisabeth?!
"And when she is waiting there with the pigeons, she sees her, with a
man in a suit, and that woman kisses him deeply. "
Or so she thought... because suddenly, Co-worker reels back
and slaps Hell out of the Man in the Suit, and stalks off with
purpose, straightening her dress as she goes.
She catches sight of Pigeon girl, and marches over to her,
pulling her along with her as she goes, nearly causing Pigeon
to trip over her own feet.
But Pigeon girl would follow her to the end of the earth, if she
would have her.
And so they stalked off into the sunset, together, arms linked,
to file a restraining order against the perverted Man in the Suit.
It was granted-- as fate would have it, he was wanted in three
states and the District of Columbia.
Pigeons heart swelled.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.click to expand
lol@ the comments. almost forgot about this.
I'm glad you enjoyed and was upset enough to want to change it. heehee. D 😄
I'm glad you enjoyed and was upset enough to want to change it. heehee. D 😄
Awesome story. When you got to the part regarding her hair being tied "contemptuously" in a ponytail...that's when things became interesting to me. I would love to see one of your short stories begin with that impact of detail.
Very nice!
Very nice!
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