The first time I saw her she was a little girl on a swing. As I passed her, she drew close to me, drawing nearer with every second until she kicked me on the butt.
"Sorry!"
She was a little angel. Taller than me. Fair with big, black eyes.
I smiled and drawing myself up to meet her tall frame, drew myself away. She was walking towards me.
"Sorry. Are you hurt?"
"No." That was all I could manage.
4 comments:
this perhaps is the best entry ever. :)
Thanks..
Because you were shorter and had smaller hands, isn't it?
@ Anon: I wasn't too short!
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