Who are you?, by Christina Brooks Subscribe to rss feed for Christina Brooks

  She is sitting on the water fountain stone reading. She
hears a noise and she asks, "What is that rustle sound"?
There he was a tall slender man with broad shoulders and
nicely built walks up to her and, tells her hello. There she
is with a slight warm smile that makes people melt inside.
Her heart is full of many desires. Yet here she is reading a
book only to be conservative and to expand her very own
mind. The breeze is warm, the smell of cherry blossoms fill
the air as they fall to the ground around her. Her hair is
gliding in the wind smooth, soft and, silky looking with the
color brownish black with light highlights. So to him she
said, Hello how may I help you sir?" Nothing really" ... "I
just wanted to say hello"  I would like to introduce myself
to you ms. Kowaski .  "OH excuse me"  How do you know my
last Name? "Your phone is ringing". Yes How may I help you?
"Yes"  "I'll be right there".  "excuse me I must go". But  I
will see you soon beautiful Ms. Kowaski.  "Wait".. What is
your....? So like the wind he was gone. She sat still with a
sigh. Her mind wanders....He who seems different in some
way. "It seems so.. nostalgic to her ".  So who is he ? Why
has he spoken to her?
Posted: 2010-05-21 18:46:44 UTC

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2010-06-16 14:04:10Ky Moet
wow that was nice