Friday, 14 March 2014
I drove past her house every morning, she was always there. She was beautiful, and I fell hopelessly in love with her.
She must have been over forty years old, but looked much younger. Probably high maintenance, but I didn't mind, when she was mine I would care for her, cherish her.
Most people would consider us an odd match, me being so much younger, but I wouldn't care what other people thought, I just had to have her, and I would, in time.
At night I dreamt about her, her curves, the proud way she stood.
I was filled with fear that someone else would love her too, I just had to do something, I had to be brave and ask the question.
Today, I would do it today.
I pulled to a stop outside her house, climbed out of the car and walked straight up to her, I felt an overwhelming urge to touch her, but decided it would be a shade forward and presumptuous, better to ask permission first, I just ogled her, almost drooling.
I walked around her, brushing against her as I did, I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help myself.
I walked up to the door and knocked timidly.
A moment or two later the door opened a few inches and the face of an old man appeared.
“Yes?” He asked me.
“I... I... h..hope you don't mind me asking sir,” I stammered, “but the Cortina on your driveway, would you possibly consider selling it?”
©2014 Stephen. J. Green.