|Posted on 22 April, 2015 at 1:05|
Errr, it was difficult to get up all by myself with a fractured right hand. Luckily, he is always around to change my angles between obtuse and acute, to cushion me with a pillow.
"Been a month that I hit a parlour, I look so bad, right?" I asked him with a pumpkin frown.
"No strawberry pie, you are always cute," he smiled and removed the books next to me to get closer.
I love meeting his sparkling eyes, and that blush always updates my smile.
"I love your unkempt hair, messy thick brows, chicken egg eyes, and mountain shaped lips that look alike a pencil sketch, except..."
"Except?" I raised my brows
"This thin honey coloured moustache you have," he said and had a hearty laughter.
The loop continued with the pumpkin frown, sparkling eyes and stretched smile.
Categories: Micro Stories and Short Stories