Sinister: flying..saucers..filled with..sherbet.

[john john]

Marie was walking gaily along the pavement, listening to the warbling in the 
trees, and the occasional car passing in the distance.  She felt the lack of 
presence of the sky that day, as the faint yellow haze subtley sprayed 
across the floor of the sea of light blue.  The clear sky was beautifully 
plain, but what really affected the girl was the purity of the air; only a 
day after the thunderstorm meant that everything smelled as fresh as a 
cascading waterfall.  It was such a contrast to the day before the storm, as 
the weight pressed down on Marie's shoulders; the filling station with air 
conditioning giving the only respite to her smothered body and lungs.

She told herself that there are not very many days like the one she was 
experiencing, so she made sure she was going to enjoy it.  So she started 
skipping along the path humming melodies, and enjoying the freedom from the 
clouds. She hopped over to a patch of bluebells, and inhaled the sweet 
fragrance.  She absokutely adored the smell of flowers.  She delicately 
snapped the stem of one of the bluebells, and slid the gorgeous flower 
inside her hair clasp, and picked a small bunch for her friend.

Ross was Marie's friend.  But she thought that he was so very cute, she 
wanted to kiss and cuddle him forever.  But she did not dare even give any 
signs away to him before, as her fear of rejection was pretty intense.

As she turned round the corner to the park, she saw Ross sitting on the 
bench, looking at his watch.  Marie was early herself, so she guessed he 
must have just arrived a moment before.  He looked up and saw her, smiled, 
and got up to hug her. In their embrace, Marie was nearly overwhelmed by how 
gorgeous he smelled.  He must have used some strawberry scented shower gel, 
Marie thought, and to her satisfaction.  She timidly gave him the bunch of 
bluebells, trying not to let her senses take control of her.  But his smile 
was unbearable, and she could not help but blush slightly and drop her head 
a wee bit.

Ross brought them a picnic, and his tartan rug took the whole of his 
rucksack, so he carried their lunch in a carrier bag.  They settled down on 
a nice spot, and Ross told his friend of his bus journey there.    There was 
an adorabe little girl on the bus sitting opposite to him.  She wore a 
little puppy fat, but that just made her frown ever cuter to him.  She 
clutched her Bagpuss throuhout the journey, and got off at the stop before 
him.

Marie knew that this girl was half Ross' age, and she would find this girl 
just as cute as he did, but she was nearly sick with envy.  She wanted 
desperately to be the one he thought was cute.  Her masterplan to let things 
happen naturally was scrunched up; she was going to have to something that 
very day.
She sighed to herself and lay down, and gazed into the sky.  Silence passed 
between them, but she didn't find this an awkward silence.  She was actually 
quite content in lying there with him, with the adrenaline undermining her 
jealousy, and racing through her as she was ready to penetrate the threshold 
between being friends and kissing him.

Ross did not like the silence though.  He thought that something was wrong, 
but he didn't know what.  So he stood up, and asked her friend if she wanted 
to take a walk to the pond.  He gave Marie her hand to help her up, but he 
did not have as much strength as he wanted to; Marie managed to fins her 
feet, but it wasn't without knocking over her friend's rucksack... the bag 
fell on its side, and Marie could only try to battle against her body's 
reluctance to breathe, as one of the side pockets was open.  She could see 
her masterplan growing obselete, and then her backup plan be torn to shreds, 
as her world crashed before her, and saw a couple of packets of cigarettes 
slide out of the bag...



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