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Creative Writing:
IT WAS THURSDAY. Thursday morning was the day I went to a writing class at the community center. After class I walked a couple of blocks to the café on Main Street where everyone went for lunch. Yes, I had my usual table with my back to the wall. Heather was my server, and she knew what I was going to order. The chop salad was waiting for me. But this was not going to be just another Thursday.

As I was pondering what I had heard in class and trying to put some story ideas together, my eyes kept wandering halfway across the room. Seated at the table was one of the more provocative women I had seen in a long time. I of course could not take my eyes off this beauty. This sweet rose of a woman.

One, she was a blonde. Her hair was short but not too short. Two, she wore her makeup in such a subtle manner you didn’t even notice. Her lips had a red glow. But third as my eyes traced her long legs, it was the high heels. You just don’t see those kinds of shoe around here. What would a blonde with those legs be doing here in this mountain resort town?

Well, I did try to concentrate on class. In the class the presenter had flashed a picture in front of us and said, ‘write about what you see in the picture.’ I had the picture in my head, but the blonde kept my interest.

Suddenly my attention was jolted and what flashed in front of me were those legs and those high heels. Standing before me was the blonde from across the room. She asked me my name and I said it with such a shy voice I could hardly hear me. So, she asked me again. I could hardly get it out. But I said my name.

She proceeded to hand me some folded papers and said, “Great. You’ve been served.” And she walked out of my life.

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Creative Writing:
IT WAS THURSDAY. Thursday morning was the day I went to a writing class at the community center. After class I walked a couple of blocks to the café on Main Street where everyone went for lunch. Yes, I had my usual table with my back to the wall. Heather was my server, and she knew what I was going to order. The chop salad was waiting for me. But this was not going to be just another Thursday.

As I was pondering what I had heard in class and trying to put some story ideas together, my eyes kept wandering halfway across the room. Seated at the table was one of the more provocative women I had seen in a long time. I of course could not take my eyes off this beauty. This sweet rose of a woman.

One, she was a blonde. Her hair was short but not too short. Two, she wore her makeup in such a subtle manner you didn’t even notice. Her lips had a red glow. But third as my eyes traced her long legs, it was the high heels. You just don’t see those kinds of shoe around here. What would a blonde with those legs be doing here in this mountain resort town?

Well, I did try to concentrate on class. In the class the presenter had flashed a picture in front of us and said, ‘write about what you see in the picture.’ I had the picture in my head, but the blonde kept my interest.

Suddenly my attention was jolted and what flashed in front of me were those legs and those high heels. Standing before me was the blonde from across the room. She asked me my name and I said it with such a shy voice I could hardly hear me. So, she asked me again. I could hardly get it out. But I said my name.

She proceeded to hand me some folded papers and said, “Great. You’ve been served.” And she walked out of my life.

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