Wednesday, August 3, 2011

An old man sat on a park bench...(part 1)

and as MISSY walked by him, she picked up the very pungent aroma of roses and....
spice....
a rather BEAUTIFUL smell actually.....
She wondered where it was coming from exactly...
Was he wearing COLOGNE ???
this really old man ??
No....No...
And then she noticed a GARLAND of sorts around the man's wrist...
a garland of roses and cloves...
'How strange', she thought...
that this very, very old man,
sitting here COMPLETELY ALONE in the park...
 was wearing a flower bracelet,,,,
hmmm...
She continued on by...
BUT SOMETHING MADE HER STOP....
For some unknown reason....
MISSY needed to KNOW everything about this man....
She turned back to him...
(it appeared that he hadn't even noticed her)...
and she asked him if he'd mind some company on the bench....
He looked up at her from the MOST SPARKLING, BLUE eyes...
eyes FAR younger than his years.....
and she noticed that he wore a VERY fine, cashmere sweater.....
in the most beautiful shade of blue....exactly matching his eyes....
She thought, in passing, that he must have been quite the
 GORGEOUS GUY back in his day....
He nodded to her that sitting with him would be fine....
mmm....
The smell of the flowers and the spice were heady....
wafting through the air at this close distance....
(to be continued)


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