Looks are almost always deceiving. Sometimes something that might come off as appealing may turn out to be the worst thing you encounter, while the least attractive thing may turn out to be something you end up wanting to see and experience more of. Of course, you must always stay wary of the things that steal your heart.
The sun beat down on me as I jogged around the park. It was a nice day outside and the gentle breeze blowing across my sweating brow makes it feel all the more better. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the fresh air, the freshly cut grass mixed with the hint of the fishy lake water that wasn't too far from where I stood.
I decided to take a break from my jog as I saw an open park bench. I began walking toward it when some guy on a laptop sat down. Why would you be wasting such a beautiful day by being out on your laptop? In my head I wanted to push him off the bench and sit down, but I kept my cool. I looked around the park. There weren't too many people out.
There, I spotted an open field of grass. It looked dry, no small patches of mud poking through to ruin my running shorts. Not that I would have minded, it was so hot out here that it'd have dried up any mud out here anyways.
I took a seat in the grass. The material of my shorts was so thin that I could feel a could blades of grass poking me. It wasn't unpleasant, I just wish I would have brought some thicker pants.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and onto my t-shirt. I looked down at my shirt and, sure enough, it was covered in dark streaks from my sweat. I was just thankful that the wind blowing against it felt cool.
I was about to get up and continue my jog back to my car when I saw a single flower, alone in a field of short grass. I made my way over to it, only to admire its beauty. It was a flower unlike anything you'd ever seen. The budding leaves were bloomed into a bell shape, the colors resembling a white and blue tie-dye shirt pattern, like a swirl of paint. The way the stem rose from the ground and tilted the head of the flower made it look almost as though it was posing that way for a picture.
I couldn't help it, I reached down and picked the flower. I had to tug at it some, as it felt like the ground wanted it more than I did. After finally getting it free, I gently carried it all the way to the car and kept it safe all the way until I got home.
That night, before going to bed, I admired the flower once more before picking up the watered cup I'd put it in and brought it with me to my bedroom. I sat the flower down next to my computer desk. I had a few assignments to get done for my college classes by tomorrow, so I had to rush to get them done.
Not too long after logging on, I heard the laughter of a little girl coming from the hallway that lead to my room. I looked over to the doorway. I forgot I had closed the door when I came in here. I would have to get up to check it out. I chose not to and got back to work. After all, I must just be hearing things.
I heard the sound of the girl giggling again, only this time it was closer. My heart was pounding against my chest. I knew I locked my door after coming home, there's no way someone had broken in, right? Especially not a little girl. I had to be hearing things, I kept telling myself.
I returned my gaze to my computer but stopped cold when I felt a hand touch my shoulder and hot breath on my neck. I was too terrified at that point to turn around.
"You stole my flower," said the little girl's voice, straight into my ear.
My girlfriend and I were hanging out at the park. It was her idea, I just tagged along because I loved any opportunity I got to see her.
She lead me over to an open field and told me that this would be the perfect place to have a picnic. She and I looked around at all the kids running around having fun. I know she wanted to have as much fun out here as they were, but we ourselves could find nothing better to do than walk around and talk. That was, until she looked over to this open patch of grass. She grabbed my arm and lead me over there.
I looked down to where she was pointing, there were these two beautiful flowers side by side. One looked like a blue and white blend while the other was a red and white blended color. I picked them up and handed one to her. It was perfect, one for each of us.
The sun beat down on me as I jogged around the park. It was a nice day outside and the gentle breeze blowing across my sweating brow makes it feel all the more better. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the fresh air, the freshly cut grass mixed with the hint of the fishy lake water that wasn't too far from where I stood.
I decided to take a break from my jog as I saw an open park bench. I began walking toward it when some guy on a laptop sat down. Why would you be wasting such a beautiful day by being out on your laptop? In my head I wanted to push him off the bench and sit down, but I kept my cool. I looked around the park. There weren't too many people out.
There, I spotted an open field of grass. It looked dry, no small patches of mud poking through to ruin my running shorts. Not that I would have minded, it was so hot out here that it'd have dried up any mud out here anyways.
I took a seat in the grass. The material of my shorts was so thin that I could feel a could blades of grass poking me. It wasn't unpleasant, I just wish I would have brought some thicker pants.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and onto my t-shirt. I looked down at my shirt and, sure enough, it was covered in dark streaks from my sweat. I was just thankful that the wind blowing against it felt cool.
I was about to get up and continue my jog back to my car when I saw a single flower, alone in a field of short grass. I made my way over to it, only to admire its beauty. It was a flower unlike anything you'd ever seen. The budding leaves were bloomed into a bell shape, the colors resembling a white and blue tie-dye shirt pattern, like a swirl of paint. The way the stem rose from the ground and tilted the head of the flower made it look almost as though it was posing that way for a picture.
I couldn't help it, I reached down and picked the flower. I had to tug at it some, as it felt like the ground wanted it more than I did. After finally getting it free, I gently carried it all the way to the car and kept it safe all the way until I got home.
That night, before going to bed, I admired the flower once more before picking up the watered cup I'd put it in and brought it with me to my bedroom. I sat the flower down next to my computer desk. I had a few assignments to get done for my college classes by tomorrow, so I had to rush to get them done.
Not too long after logging on, I heard the laughter of a little girl coming from the hallway that lead to my room. I looked over to the doorway. I forgot I had closed the door when I came in here. I would have to get up to check it out. I chose not to and got back to work. After all, I must just be hearing things.
I heard the sound of the girl giggling again, only this time it was closer. My heart was pounding against my chest. I knew I locked my door after coming home, there's no way someone had broken in, right? Especially not a little girl. I had to be hearing things, I kept telling myself.
I returned my gaze to my computer but stopped cold when I felt a hand touch my shoulder and hot breath on my neck. I was too terrified at that point to turn around.
"You stole my flower," said the little girl's voice, straight into my ear.
My girlfriend and I were hanging out at the park. It was her idea, I just tagged along because I loved any opportunity I got to see her.
She lead me over to an open field and told me that this would be the perfect place to have a picnic. She and I looked around at all the kids running around having fun. I know she wanted to have as much fun out here as they were, but we ourselves could find nothing better to do than walk around and talk. That was, until she looked over to this open patch of grass. She grabbed my arm and lead me over there.
I looked down to where she was pointing, there were these two beautiful flowers side by side. One looked like a blue and white blend while the other was a red and white blended color. I picked them up and handed one to her. It was perfect, one for each of us.
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