[at-l] something I wrote...I don't know why...

[dfaddleton@mindspring.com (David)]

Sounds to me like he's writing the great appalachian trail novel ... and he
tries out little bitz and peaces on us


> ...she was sitting on the bench, alone. I could tell that
> something was bothering her, so I didn't stop. I walked to
> where the ducks were. I could still see her sitting there. I
> talked to the ducks, and asked them what I should do. It was
> obvious, as it turned out.
>
> I went back to the bench and sat down, like I owned the
> park.
> "What's up?" I asked.
> "Excuse me?" she said, quite puzzled.
> "How are you?"
> "I'm okay" she said, and looked away from me. It is very
> hard to ignore
> a stranger sitting on a park bench with you.
> "I had a dream about you last night. That is why I find it
> odd that you
> are sitting here today." I paused. "Oh, don't be scared. I'm
> not going to hurt you.
> Quite the opposite."
> "Um, look. I don't know who you are or what you want. But,
> I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone," she said in an
> uneasy tone.
> "Okay. I'm sorry" I said, standing. "But, first, did the
> vase break?"
> "What vase?"
> "In the dream, you threw a vase. I woke up before it hit.
> Did it break?"
> "Yes."
>
> --
> Felix J. McGillicuddy
> ME-->GA '98
> "Your Move"
> http://Felixhikes.tripod.com/
>
>
>
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