The hatted boy was on a bus. A fancy redhead sat next to him.
On the sleeve of her black trenchcoat he noticed a fiery hair. He picked it up between his thumb and forefinger and laid it on his handkerchief, which he folded.
‘I’ll take it home,’ he said.
(Based on recent personal experiences.)
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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23 thoughts on “A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #72”
I have known that this is a true story before I even read this –> (Based on recent personal experiences.)
I bet that redhead is breathtakingly gorgeous.
I wouldn’t say that.
Like all lovable women, she had a pretty face.
Oh I see. 🙂 Lovable, hmmmn. quite a word.
I had the same feeling as The Daydreamer. Something in that beginning made it smell like a true one… Interesting…
Hair is hard to hang onto..better put some tape on it.
These practical Americans…
Oh, you’re such a peculiar boy!
I’m waiting for that postcard!
I will be sending the postcard over during the Christmas week after I fly to Paris because I want it to soak up the love vibes from Paris and not the mere cold from Newcastle.
Be excited! ;D
Wandering gypsy girl… don’t drown in the Seine!
I’m already anticipating what color it will be…
Secreting away someone else’s hair – love it!
I’d steal one of your eyelashes too, if I’d had the chance.
Perhaps the hatted boy should have said “hello” to the fancy redhead who sat next to him instead of taking a piece of her hair.
But he is such a shy boy! And hello is such a peculiar word to say to a stranger…
“Hello” would be less creepy. And less romantic. Yes, taking a hair is as much creepy as it is romantic. Strange combination.
Did you really? Did you?
And now I remember that you haven’t finished the story in which Julie’s hat was stolen and then retrieved…
Oh, true! I shall!
I take my camera where ever I go and take pictures. You take your words with you where ever you go and take pictures. I like your pictures better.
Your underlying pleasure with taking a hair from a woman you did not know but had an attraction to…
As a red head, who has seemingly “grown up” and rather cynical when not in the idle blogging hours between midnight and 3 I would have found this, if it had of happened to me, rather creepy…
Please post more…Im intrigued as to what happened next…
You flinched her a strand of hair!