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On Tuesday, Antti wandered into the dorms at a local university. He entered a gray lounge with peeling walls and overstuffed green chairs lined up from wall to wall in rows of three. The room was drab and dingy, and the chairs were ripped and faded, but a hidden energy crackled beneath the surface. Antti took off his hat in reverence. He strode to the front of the room, sat down on the first row of chairs, and held his hat in front of him like a steering wheel.
A girl walked into the room just then, barefoot, dressed in black culottes, a scarlet sleeveless craftan, and a gorgeous golden-brown Afghan shawl. She looked like a Moroccan street princess, and he loved her for it. He waved with his right hand, his left still gripping the steering wheel/hat. "The bus is leaving, miss."
She smiled, mischievous and knowing, and sat cross-legged on the cushions beside him. "Is this seat taken?"
"No," Antti replied, keeping his eyes on the road like a good driver. "I saved it just for you."
5 comments:
oh, loves. tres loves.
I wish this would happen in real life...
Ironically enough, you've actually been in the lounge where it happened . . . *smiles*
This should happen to every girl...but only if they could appreciate how perfect this is.
I love it.
Glad you like it. May you have a similar experience, and know how to treasure/revel in the moment. :)
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