New tires crunched along the gravel path until her bike came to a stop in front of the beautiful garden that Mr. Smith had professionally designed last spring. There is no way he’d notice a the missing flower or two should she decide to snip a few and how could he possibly deny a bouquet to the woman who had been his lover the year before. Just as she got up the nerve to lay down her bike and enter the wrought iron gate before her, a loud rumble over-head forced her eyes to look up into the grey skies. It wouldn’t be long before that thunder cloud unleashed and made it nearly impossible for her to make it back home. She smiled the kind of tight-lipped grin that said she was up to something. Her leg swung over the bar and her feet maneuvered the peddles back to the paved road that lead to her home. Her speed made it look as though she was determined to make it back before the storm but her mind was simply spell bound.
It’s a rainy Wednesday morning and I felt the itch to do a little story telling. I wish I could spend a little more time here with you today but life gets in the way sometimes.
Some days beg for a little eccentric charm and this crazy outfit is perfect.
Wouldn’t you agree? Young and cute= looking perfect in any outfit. He hee
4 Comments »