The Key to Understanding
“What the hell is that?” Kirk asked, following Andie’s pointing finger.
“It’s the key to my heart,” she answered, watching him for his response.
“It’s a pile of stones with a key on top.” Kirk rolled his eyes. “Why are we here?”
Andie sighed. “This was your last chance to show some hint of imagination or romance.” Picking up the key, she placed it in Kirk’s hand, folding his fingers over it. “Keep it. Maybe someday you’ll understand, and it will unlock your heart.” Sadly, she turned and retraced her steps to the bus stop alone. She didn’t look back.
Another story that came of its own volition. I don’t know who I’d be without my imagination. I can’t imagine (pun intended) living without it, but I suppose if someone never had one, they couldn’t miss it.
Her perfect someone is still out there. Luckily she found out it wasn't him. Now, a follow-up to see where she finds him??😉
Wow, some folks just aren't who we want them to be!! Moving on.