Wednesday, December 22, 2004

My Name In The Snow

When I was about 9 years old I had a crush on a beautiful tinted boy. I thought he was an Indian, and I thought of his bike as an iron horse. We were two children in the snow.
One day he asked me or I could guess who he loved forever and ever, and I answered 'no.'
Then he wrote my name in the snow and biked away.

4 comments:

Stan said...

Dear Ms. Jackdaw

This is a beautiful story.I would imagine the snow has melted and the boy is a man and that when snow falls he remembers you.

PS

When you visited my blog, my description disappeared ;^)

Buter said...

Dear Stan,

My description keeps disapearing as well. Let's go for a virtual walk in the snow.

Joseph Young said...

More, more. We need more of these fine tiny posts.

Buter said...

Hey cool babies, how did you find my blog?