Short Tale 15

He called her at twelve,

She wasn’t Cinderella to step out to meet Prince Charming,

His smile and self assurance were disarming,

Thoughts in her head swirled like whirlpool,

To him she seemed illogical, maybe even more than a “fool”

After all she broke the mid night rule….


The car whizzed past,

She looked outside and saw the night light,

In a city everything dim became uncannily bright…


The trees seem to conspire,

Her heart aspire,

Her thoughts seemed to whisper,

She knew if she left, he would never “miss her”……


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