Tom and Charles were sharing some good-natured banter while tossing a ball back and forth until Tom caught a glance from Sarah, causing him to fumble and drop the ball on his bare foot, which led to some undignified hopping around. By the time he looked again, Sarah was gone.
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Poor Tom. He fumbled that one. ;)
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That's the way it goes with young love. I remember when my daughter and I were riding along a quiet street. "Look, Mom, "she said suddenly, "That boy likes me." Up ahead was a little boy riding a bike on the sidewalk. He turned around, saw her, and promptly fell off his bike. That's love in kindergarten.
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Sweet, but was he hoping or hopping around?
he needs to run after Sarah.:)
Great story.
such is life!
That was really cute! i felt like I wa out there playing with them.
Blessings
Sarah may be gone but not forgotten. Excellent micro-fiction.
Love is indeed fickle..over as quick as a dropped ball..Jae
Thanks, everyone, especially Laurie for pointing out my typo!
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