Monday, July 5, 2010
As she walked past him, her eyes flitted up to his face. He was looking at her too. They both blushed slightly, and continued on their way. They never saw each other again. If they had stopped to talk, they would have started to date, gotten married after two years, had a lovely daughter named Clarissa, and had a fairy tale ending. Instead, she was killed when a car ran into her at the side of the road, not ten minutes later. He, lived a lonely life, never dating, and died at fifty four of a heart attack.