Post by Atlantis5 on Jun 6, 2008 13:27:11 GMT -7
I was not of sure location to place this, as so though, thought perhaps it would be best of {World Politics and Economy}.
As of my habit of early morning walk within most of public walking trail within an nature and some what desolate natural trail walk way.
I was to observe in my path, a young Lady waving her hands and smiling as of a long found Friend as of me? For a bit whilst in process of continuing my walk forward, I was both of complexed and curious, for the young attractive lady was looking straight at my self.
As we approached that of one and another, she was to continue with a very attractive smile and speaking out toward my self with this:
I am lost, and I have been drinking {and at this time, I was to observe a container of beer she was holding}. I was at this time to return of her statement with that of my own.
:This is a remote area to be lost within in, where are you to go?
The young Lady was to reply: I know Fred-Meyer and meridian. I am very knowledgeable of this area she speaks of:
Whilst observing of her, I have noticed she is both attractive, with red of hair, and poorly dressed in jeans/low income typen nylon out door jacket and wearing common sports shoes.
The lady in question now asked whilst walking together as she speaks upon her cell telephone with some unknown caller, she concludes her telephone call. She then was to ask of my self:
Do you like girls? I was to give in answer: Yes of course, I am a man. She was then to ask: Would you be interested? I was then to reply: I am sorry, I am a married man. The young lady of question the was to reply: I should have known, it is your hat you are wearing! My reply was then: I am sorry. And I left to continue my walk.
Upon of latter retrospect, I was to return in hope to find this young lady with some thoughts of my own {and not of fantasy} but for her. I was to only speak with her of the currant and present time.
For her young life was only in the beginning. For she was faced with an entire life in front of her, for why to wast the present with bad decisions, to later jeopardies her future.
But, as I approached the last known place I had left her, as she rested upon a stone earth wall support in-front of a flat complex. She was not there. In this stead, a police cruiser was pacing the area for that what ever police do.
I then left on my way, some what defeated and many questions lingering within and upon my mind, of this young lady throwing her life away for only of a manner of earning money for her lively hood with out the toil and work that most of us do.
Whilst walking once more toward my home in the cold rain. My brella dripping upon my coat sleeves, and my wet shoes slogging in the wet. My mind was awash with personal thoughts of the young lady, and then my heart was toward Anna in our flat, toward the smells of her cooking, the warmth of her voice. My thoughts then were erased of the now memory of the young prostitute I once met now long ago on a road ending to a walking trail I tread upon on a cold rain soaked day.
It is still raining with the boring spatter spatter. But, I am looking out from the warmth of our flat, Anna and I, as a black raven flys forth into the grey sky, my eye follows as far as the gloom will allow, as he disappears beyond our horizon.
Charles
As of my habit of early morning walk within most of public walking trail within an nature and some what desolate natural trail walk way.
I was to observe in my path, a young Lady waving her hands and smiling as of a long found Friend as of me? For a bit whilst in process of continuing my walk forward, I was both of complexed and curious, for the young attractive lady was looking straight at my self.
As we approached that of one and another, she was to continue with a very attractive smile and speaking out toward my self with this:
I am lost, and I have been drinking {and at this time, I was to observe a container of beer she was holding}. I was at this time to return of her statement with that of my own.
:This is a remote area to be lost within in, where are you to go?
The young Lady was to reply: I know Fred-Meyer and meridian. I am very knowledgeable of this area she speaks of:
Whilst observing of her, I have noticed she is both attractive, with red of hair, and poorly dressed in jeans/low income typen nylon out door jacket and wearing common sports shoes.
The lady in question now asked whilst walking together as she speaks upon her cell telephone with some unknown caller, she concludes her telephone call. She then was to ask of my self:
Do you like girls? I was to give in answer: Yes of course, I am a man. She was then to ask: Would you be interested? I was then to reply: I am sorry, I am a married man. The young lady of question the was to reply: I should have known, it is your hat you are wearing! My reply was then: I am sorry. And I left to continue my walk.
Upon of latter retrospect, I was to return in hope to find this young lady with some thoughts of my own {and not of fantasy} but for her. I was to only speak with her of the currant and present time.
For her young life was only in the beginning. For she was faced with an entire life in front of her, for why to wast the present with bad decisions, to later jeopardies her future.
But, as I approached the last known place I had left her, as she rested upon a stone earth wall support in-front of a flat complex. She was not there. In this stead, a police cruiser was pacing the area for that what ever police do.
I then left on my way, some what defeated and many questions lingering within and upon my mind, of this young lady throwing her life away for only of a manner of earning money for her lively hood with out the toil and work that most of us do.
Whilst walking once more toward my home in the cold rain. My brella dripping upon my coat sleeves, and my wet shoes slogging in the wet. My mind was awash with personal thoughts of the young lady, and then my heart was toward Anna in our flat, toward the smells of her cooking, the warmth of her voice. My thoughts then were erased of the now memory of the young prostitute I once met now long ago on a road ending to a walking trail I tread upon on a cold rain soaked day.
It is still raining with the boring spatter spatter. But, I am looking out from the warmth of our flat, Anna and I, as a black raven flys forth into the grey sky, my eye follows as far as the gloom will allow, as he disappears beyond our horizon.
Charles