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Story To Be Written Here… 2 (Updated)

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I was sat stirring my wooden coffee with my wooden coffee stirrer, when…

…Edward and Den wandered my way. I watched and waited. Would Edward wink? Would Den? …

…To my surprise Edward was the first one to wink and then Den, I couldn´t believe it! What do I do now?

…I smiled. Then I said, ‘Good Morning, Gentlemen.’ Their faces were so funny, they looked at each other…

“Do you remember anything from last night?” they both chimed in unison….looking like two cats that had swallowed the favorite pet mice of the mistress.
In their defense “the mistress” only kept pets and people in order to torment them for her own amusement.
These two employees of hers were called Den and Edward because “the mistress” could not be bothered to learn their real names. There had been four sets of “Den and Edward” in the last two years I had worked for her.
I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened last night that they were winking at me about with weird looks of guilt on their faces…

Please continue the story, as Jane of Jane’s Musings (Moonworld.co.uk), charlypriest (charlypriest.wordpress.com), niasunset (photographyofnia.com) and Gentle Kindness (gentlementalannie.com) have done, in the comments box below and I shall update the post with your words. Just a bit of fun. G:)

Thank you

Story To Be Written Here… (Updated)


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I was sat stirring my wooden coffee with my wooden coffee stirrer, when…
… I thought ‘it was a break for only 15 minutes.’ It meant I could only get to see her for 15 minutes…. But she didn’t come… I waited for her… just to ask her if she would like to come with me tonight to the concert… It would be the first time I could really talk with her… I waited… and she never came.

Next day, I learned that she had left the company…

… I still think of her. Her pale blue eyes, blue hair, blue demeanour… Her name had been Skye – it probably still was – but, like the lightness she was, her absence made all the shades of blue… well, less blue, if you know what I mean. She had spread her wings and had flown away.

I sat there everyday for those 15 minutes, stirring my wooden coffee, gazing hopefully at the revolting doors in the hope that Skye would return…

Please continue the story, as NiaSunset (photographyofnia.com) has done, and I have done (graemesandford.com) in the comments box below and I shall update the post with your words. Just a bit of fun. G:)

Thank you