11/26/10

An Almond Flavoured Chance
By Ryan Avery


I vaulted up these stairs. Slipping and sliding to the top. Skinned knees and hasty apologies apparent upon first glance. Words came spilling out of me as fast as thoughts could flow. Your hard shell melted away. The door slowly changed from showing a crack to open wide. A smile and a hug later, you finally led me inside.
The coffee steamed in contrast to the snow out the window. We sat quietly listening to British radio in the kitchen. Truths dealt out on the table. No more secrets.
The white knuckles surrounding my cupful of sensibility slowly gained colour. Your voice flowed smooth and soon I had completely relaxed. Let's hope the second time around we'll do things right.


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I live in the north woods of Michigan without any idea of who I am or where I'm going. I spend my days drinking hot chocolate, listening to music and watching the clouds sail overhead. When I have nothing better to do I attend classes for an engineering degree.