Fri 19 Sep, 2008 11:08 pm
There was a wonderful lady walking down Queen Avenue with a bright smile upon her face. I noticed her smile due to the intoxicating effect her brilliant red lipstick had on my eyes. As she walked, her wavy light brown thick curls would rustle positioned slightly above her breasts. Her shoulders, like a queen's, stayed steady and upright. As I watched her, me sitting only a five foot distance from my window, I thought to myself, "what makes this women smile so?"
With little effort in her strut, she made her way down the sidewalk and out of my view.
Would anyone like to make a chain on this story? You write a paragraph, then someone else writes a paragraph until we have a wonderful short story. It will be great!