It all started on a very warm glorious day. There he was all man and only 5 feet tall. He had not gotten his growth spurt yet. He was so cute it did not matter. Dark brown hair toppled his head in an oh-so sexy way. I instantly had a crush. Not the average 15 year old crush but a grown woman’s crush. Or what I thought a grown woman’s crush would be. My nerves tickled down my spine to the endings in my fingers, toes and pelvic muscles. I was nervous and refused to show it. Anyhow, he was the one, today and my thumping heart told me so. I approached him.
Next thing I knew I was graduating college and off to Europe. My friend Tammy and I went on our way traveling around in our fur vest we made from road kill and long hippy hair on the back of motorcycles. The army service men were great but the hippies were better. Then there he was again this time full grown and the sight of him made my body flush with emotion. Or at least lust of the memory I held in my heart all these years. I hopped in the car and off we went for the ride of my life. Literally. I was found 20 feet from the car thrown for my life and resting in a bed of 3 feet grass. On the reverse of my magnificent survival mister wonderful was pinned in the car. The steering wheel controlled our freedom and the end of his life. My stay in wonderful Europe abruptly ended. After a long stay a French hospital I was grudgingly home on my way home.
I would have stayed but couldn’t. There was something missing. Something unexplained about why my life had been taken on a dramatic turn. This is why I had to find out why I ended up in a field and my life crush was sent home in a casket.
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2 comments:
It's amazing Leesa! You have such a gift!
O.K. did this really happen to you or is this the first chapter in the fiction novel I was telling you to write? Cause either way.... IT SHOULD be the first chapter to something big!
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