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This is a great short story, read it!
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Written By: Ivor Dugdale-Jenkins
I don’t remember the exact time I first saw her. At moments like that, time is of no importance, as everything seems to stand still. She came into my shop, and into my life and that first subtle glance was enough to tell me that this was the lady for me, the lady I wanted so much to spend the rest of my life with. Our eyes met and my heart jumped as I realised that she also felt the same way. A bad day, culminating in the loss of my albeit seedy apartment meant nothing, as she drifted towards me. Her arm brushed against my coat, sending shivers through the whole of my body as we both gazed at each other and knew exactly what each other’s feelings were. No words were needed as she walked towards the shop door and with a last casual glance towards me, slid out into the quiet of the early evening. My mind made up, I decided that staying in a shop was not for me and I made my way towards the door. There was no great worry about walking out because I knew it wouldn't take long for them to replace me. As I hurried after her, she paused, waiting for me and together we walked the short distance to where she lived. Unlocking the door, she led me through the lounge to the kitchen, and after throwing her coat across the back of a chair, busied herself at the cupboards. Soon we were both sat on our chairs, nibbling at our food and whispering sweet things to one another. As she finished, she stood, and looking at me, asked, "Well, are you ready for bed now, George?” I sort of purred quietly in my throat, but being no fool I arose from my chair, casually stretched and followed her to the bedroom. The Emperor size bed looked enormous and as she was undressing, I thought to myself, for a cat, I have certainly landed on my feet, and any regrets about leaving the pet shop quickly disappeared. The End |
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There are tons of story that end similar to this. Roald Dahl is one of my favourite author practicaly half the book he wrote became movies. Never heard of the story your talking about though, I'll try to find it.
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