Max blew a deep, warm breath into a cupped hand and buffed the marble against his flannel shirt. This was his most prized possession, a gift passed down from Grandpa Wilson. It wasn’t really a marble at all, just a perfectly round stone embedded with tiny crystals and multi-colored swirls of turquoise and corral. Grandmother said it held magical powers.
Max found Cecelia under their favorite tree, where he’d carved their initials inside a heart last week.
“I have something for you,” he whispered, placing his hand in hers.
She opened her palm. “Oh great, a freakin’ rock. How woemantic.”
Pretty Hoelarious!
ReplyDeletePeople have just gotta learn to receive better! I could feel her disdain, though. Nicely done, Russell.
ReplyDeleteAawww, if she couldn't see the awesome in that gift, she's not the right girl anyway. I felt sorry for him, but it still made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteOh nooo... that's not very nice. He should take it back.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet. :) The rock sounds really lovely. I don't see how Cecelia couldn't have liked it! Dismayed as she may be.
ReplyDelete(Funny, you and I had character with the same names this week! Only I spelled mine "Cecilia". :D)
Baaahhaahaa!! I wuved it!! I do feel sorry for Max though, but Cecelia's response was surprising - and funny. I actually felt her disappointment -
ReplyDeleteand now I feel Max's... Very nice story.
Russel,
ReplyDeleteHere's the best compliment I know of for any writer. You made me laugh!
Very, very nice. Thanks.
Doug
hehehehehehehe! This story gave me the gigglesnorts. What fun!
ReplyDeleteMax! Take it back! Fun, wuv, Robin
ReplyDeleteAwww poor guy.
ReplyDeleteI'd date him!
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