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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Chicken


He pop his items on the counter. Cereal box with a monkey on it. Two tangerines, a bunch of Bananas, a bit of this and a bit of that.

She looked at him and smiled.


Looks like your stocking up, she said.


He smiled.

Woooow, that smile made her glow inside.

He looked towards her and his eyes were the color of the ocean. Well, it's a Good thing i'm half fish, she thought to herself.


Suddenly she heard herself saying, "I'm here every thursday, it's my grocery day, yup thursday, I get chicken". Turning red she quickly looked away to hide her blushing cheeks.


He waved goodbye....... to the cashier, then said something to the bag boy. Must of been something funny. She could hear the bag boy laughing all the way across the parking lot, where she was parked.


He started to come closer, and closer. She thought, I should of ran that red light. That light takes at least five minutes. The city has to fix that light.

closer.

Her heart started beating faster. She turned up the radio in case he should hear the pounding.

He was parked right next to her.

As she looked up fromthe radio dail, his eyes met hers, as he picked his pocket for his keys. Then, splat......cereal box, milk,bananas, this and that all over the parking lot.


As one of the tangerine rolled pass her car...She quickly fasten her seatbleat and decided that she didn't need chicken today.

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