10-15-10

Instead of an outfit... a little story I wrote.
As she felt the Autumn breeze flutter up a couple of leaves, she wondered it that strange man playing basket ball was whistling at her.  There it was again.  A sweet tune that matched the wind.  It’s like he was trying to make her smile. Like he knew she would love to imagine the wind whistling at her.  She kicked up a couple leaves.  Rosy red and orange, Beautiful.  A young boy pedaled behind her, he was wearing his whole football uniform.   The helmet seemed to impair his vision because he was biking as though he had drunk a few. She laughed at herself.  She was by herself.  She never liked being by herself.  She thought about this as she continued to walk to a empty home.  She began to drag her feet.  It’s no fun to sit in empty house.  To sit in an empty house, not even the neighbors where home, just being able to hear there feet would have been nice.  Just there feet.