She Missed His Call by Yatta
Written by Yatta on Wednesday, 21 of January , 2009 at 5:12 pm
Only two, we call it the terrible stage, feet so small to fit into my palm. It struck him, the circular post, painted a bright white, he stopped in awe taking it all in and as if answering the sirens call, moved in for an appreciative caress taking in the texture the coolness like a summers balm and it dawned on him, this new thing was far greater than his limited perspective and taking a few stumbling steps back, he assessed the absolute girth of his discovery and like a pauper to the lost booty was overjoyed, he ran forward and threw his limited span as far as it would go and beamed with glee, for he had found his love. He was kindred to the science. He would build… and she missed it all. The moment her boy was written as Man in to the books of “To Come” all because her phone rang.
Category: Griotocity
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