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a Five Card Flickr story by Amber created Sep 21 2010, 02:58:33 pm. Create a new one!
My buddy Joe fought me all the way to the telephone booth. Joe never was too sensitive about women; he was always the laid back type. After we wrestled down 5th street, I finally made it to the nearest telephone booth. I called the flower store on 7th street. The man at the flower shop was very impatient, but he just didn’t understand. I was stuck between red roses, or pink roses. At this point, I knew flowers were my last chance to win her back after our argument. Pink it is. Joe laughed at me, he told me i shouldn’t be so stressed out over a woman... but i loved her. I made sure the flowers would be delivered while she was teaching her business class. She was very smart, maybe too smart for me. I headed to the school, and waited outside her classroom until i saw the flower man. He busted through the door, and gave her the flowers. She didn’t know how to react, her face was red and steamy, she didn’t look to happy. Was it the pink? Should i have chosen red? Was it the wrong moment during her class, should i have waited? Suddenly, she sprinted through the door, flowers at hand. She gave me one quick glance, and continued running. I knocked Joe to the side, and chased her as long as I could. I almost caught her when we ran through the front door of the school, but I was too late. She hopped on her motorcycle, and headed down 5th street. With a frown on my face, I saw the pink flower petals, flowing through the air. I heard the roar of her bike, a mile down the road. Still to this day, I can hear the echo of her leaving me, down that never ending road. Joe was silent, as we slowly walked back home. The feeling of failure overwhelmed my entire body. Joe was right, but he knew better than to tell me “He told me so!”
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