An Assignment
An Assignment. My contribution to Sunday Scribblings.
I see her from the corner of my eye. She twiddles her strawberry blonde hair round her thumb and first first two fingers. She talks - her voice firm, confident and enthusiastic. She laughs - the sound builds, almost sounds horsey - I imagine a 'neigh' rather than laughter. I smile to myself.
What is she doing here? Well, I'm not entirely sure. Is this where she should be - for now I suppose it is. She has a lot to learn but here is a good training ground.
Her voice rises higher with excitement, but all too soon the enthusiasm is lost as the person she talks to looses interest. A shame, but she is on to the next, relentless in her persuit of finding the right person.
I see her from the corner of my eye. She twiddles her strawberry blonde hair round her thumb and first first two fingers. She talks - her voice firm, confident and enthusiastic. She laughs - the sound builds, almost sounds horsey - I imagine a 'neigh' rather than laughter. I smile to myself.
What is she doing here? Well, I'm not entirely sure. Is this where she should be - for now I suppose it is. She has a lot to learn but here is a good training ground.
Her voice rises higher with excitement, but all too soon the enthusiasm is lost as the person she talks to looses interest. A shame, but she is on to the next, relentless in her persuit of finding the right person.
posted by Maisymac at 10:09 AM
5 Comments:
A bar?
If it is a bar, eventually there will be a right person. Painful to read...I feel such pity for whoever she is. Great job.
I like it. It describes moments I've known before. new experiences of jumping out into it all can be hard.
So much story written through so few words. Very nice.
It almost sounds like a speed dating session - not that I've been to one of those :)
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