The redhead got up and moved away from the hatted boy. He wept.
Three stops later, she alighted from the bus. Before the doors closed, she threw at him a crumpled paper, aiming at his head.
It was her phone number, but the last two digits were XX.
‘The vixen!’
(Continued from yesterday.)
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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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boy with a hat 
Serves him well!
I love the way you continued the last story!! Awesome idea!
Me, too!!!!…you’re SO clever to be able to write with limited words…like painting a lovely work of art using only a few colors…:-)
I take a bow. 🙂
I like the twist of the phone number missing two digits. How frustrating and intriguing. 🙂
100 possibilities, no?
Brilliant.
lol she’s so mean! I have to admit that I liked that, a bit.
Interesting continuation of the story. Well… At least she wasn’t rude.
Awwww, heck…is the story of the inky haired woman over??? 🙂 Have you moved on to the red-haired vixen??? 🙂
Actually, at the moment I am quite fond of an inky-haired girl, who’s a shorter version of the lofty inky haired woman…
🙂
Oh my’s!
Excellent as usual Vincent.
Defeat, hope, and a little mystery to keep you guessing. Brilliant.
Clever. Damn your writing is clever!
…more stories please!
🙂
I like her.