a bit of a story

08 October 2017 3:00 PM

He pushed the hair out of his eyes, you should cut that, if you find it an irritation, yeah, yeah, he responded, knowing she was right, but was too preoccupied to listen. She made sure his collars were crisp and tall, in his job in the city, he needed to look good, but sometimes, she mourned for the days, when they both toiled in the fields, at least it is less crowded here she said, brushing the hair out of her own eye, by the next full moon she had cut her hair quite short, he was shocked but learned to accept it, hi wife was always going against the norm, if it was day, she'd say night, just to test his mettle, they splashed in the water, coasting the sailboat along, big stick as a conductor's baton, let's create this composition, he made a song that was suppose to make them sit up and take notice, the sun light created an aura around the pavilion, the trumpeter swans sailed in the man-made pond, they were unhappy, but strove to find the good in each other, live for the moment, you know the chimney sweep brushed his boots and shook the dust out of his jacket, is me ascot straight, the girl at the bar, gave him a pat on the shoulder for good luck, life is what you make of it...