Sunday, September 17, 2006

55 Words for Sunday Evening

Stolen Shamelessly from Bird and Moon:
He came home to find her curled on the rug, crying again.

"Happy birthday!" he said. "Fed your birds today?"

"No."

"Come," he said, "I got you a present." Gently he led her outside and poured seed into her hand. Soon, her favourite sparrow landed.

It wore a miniscule party hat.

Her face lit up.
I love it. The greatest!

/rizzn

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