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On
a somewhat windy Tuesday afternoon,
A
bright, clear sky overhead,
An
unbearable uphill run is the task at hand
But
then in the distance, with heat coming off the road
I
see a drab-looking maroon Geo turn the corner.
It
is my friend that shall remain nameless.
I
pick up the pace,
Running
past small children with chocolate on their faces
To
reach her tiny green house as soon as I can,
For
I must speak to her about something.
As
I get to her simple white door,
My
face red and covered in sweat,
She
answers the door looking ghostly white with a frown,
For
her boyfriend has gone
Only
off to a college in the woodsy greenery of Oregon.
But
he has not called,
She
fears that he has dumped her
for
some blonde cheerleader in a vibrantly colored skirt.
But
I assure her that he has not.
After
10 minutes of consoling,
I
tell her something that I should have not
-
Something
that her boyfriend told to me
-
But
not to her.
I
thought I was helping,
But
I quickly realized my error.
Her
mood turns to anger, her face to a slight red
In
part towards me.
Feeling
six inches tall,
I
quickly attempt to remedy this situation.
I
buy her a beautiful bouquet of orange and yellow and apologize profusely
Hoping
that it may lessen her anger,
And
that she may understand that I didn’t want to hurt her.
Within
days of my apology,
She
was acting as she normally does;
All
misunderstanding have been cleared up.
Her
boyfriend called soon thereafter.
by
C.W.
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