Tuesday, August 31, 2004
THE PRETTY GIRL
I was leaving a convenience store, newspaper under my arm. I was slightly aware of someone approaching the store from my right. As I pushed open the door I heard a car horn blowing. I looked up, right into the face of The Pretty Girl.
She had a broad smile on her face. She knew (or thought she did) that the horn had been blowing at her. She liked that.
I tried to take her in. Tall, but not too tall (too tall would be taller than I am). Slim, but not stick-figured. Blue eyes, or maybe gray. Head up, shoulders back. T shirt, shorts. Light brown hair to the shoulders. Toothy. Maybe 19.
She passed by me. I held the door for her. I think she said thanks, but I'm not sure.
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She had a broad smile on her face. She knew (or thought she did) that the horn had been blowing at her. She liked that.
I tried to take her in. Tall, but not too tall (too tall would be taller than I am). Slim, but not stick-figured. Blue eyes, or maybe gray. Head up, shoulders back. T shirt, shorts. Light brown hair to the shoulders. Toothy. Maybe 19.
She passed by me. I held the door for her. I think she said thanks, but I'm not sure.
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