The storm and the Lady
Submitted by Denise M on 4/1/2010 6:56 PM
It was a dark and stormy night, the wind howled and barked. I turned up my collar to the rain pelting my hair and glasses. I was about to bite down in to that creamedy, crunchedy layers of deliciousness when, suddenly, out of the dark, a stranger appeared. Her battered figure spoke volumes of a life of pain and tragety. "Sir", she muttered, "I haven't eatten in days, could you spare...anything?", as she enviously eyed my Butterfinger. How could I refuse? I handed it to her and she took a bite, smiled and retreated in to the storm, never to be seen again.