Monday, June 27, 2011

You will find me in the shadow of things, and half-things, and ghost of things.

They were young.
He was 18 and she was barely 17.
Pretty much the right ages for the lead of a story (albeit this story only resides in an unread blog).

They were at a beach,
looking at the waves from a semi-secluded spot,
where they could also see friends eating and singing around the bonfire.

They were laughing.
At some jokes that is long forgotten by now.

Mid-conversation, he looks up to her and asked
"do you know what time it is now?"

"Four. 422. Why? "

"Because i want to know the exact time i asked you to be my girlfriend."

Oh. I'm sorry i forgot to mention that this was going to be a short story.

2 comments:

Inana Douie said...

awww babe... *HUGS*

Merissa K. said...

you understood :')