adelebeeann
She always felt like a wallflower...just a plain Jane. She would look at other people and wonder how they were so alive...Where do they get their zest for life that she so lacked? She sat alone so often, her life so bland. Yet people knew who she was, she visited the same cafe everyday, a table for one. The waiter knew she'd be there at 8am sharp, her table ready, the other table settings removed, no indication that anyone else would be joining her...He even knew what she liked to eat, what her tastes were...tea, egg scrambled, plain. He was amused by her, she made him feel giddy even-though they never spoke beyond the usual 'Good morning Miss' and 'How are you today, Peter?' ...He loved to hear her say that, and laughed to himself every morning...'Why does she call me Peter?'...He decided when the time was right he would tell her his name, Pepper, he waited for a sign, it never came. 'Peter' left the cafe but she kept coming, 8am sharp. The day she realized he was no longer there she thought to make a change of her own...no more plain scrambled eggs...today she would ask for pepper.
I'd like to do that. (That's what he said or what she said?)
Waiting for the school bus, a 6 year old boy held his umbrella upside down, he liked the way it collected water. He was soggy all day.
Made from worms, kinda yucky but oh so smooth.
Dipping dishes from one sink to the next...sinking.
It spills out over the floor. A sticky mess. The intention was to clean but that didn't happen, things only became dirtier.