The HandkercheifA Story by Jessica SamuelsenThere comes a time when we hope our accessories will detract from some of our more formidable flaws.
I peered into my closet. I scanned the contents till my eyes rested on a custom made three piece suit. My stature tended to strike great intimidation. I was hoping the suit would aid in diverting from that. I put the suit on and looked in the mirror and realized it needed something more. I looked around my room and saw on my dresser that a soft silky handkerchief sat upon it. It seemed to be just the answer I needed for a calming affect on those I might encounter.
Fully dressed and adorned with the confidence of my handkerchief I step outside to hail a cab. It's wheels screech as it came to an abrupt halt in front of me. I slid into the back seat with ease. I took in the smells of the musty cab cursing my sensitive smell. The driver turned to ask me my destination but started to choke on the cigarette in his mouth. His eyes became wide and his mouth opened in shock dispersing the smoke. I cleared my throat to speak to in hopes of bringing him to ease. I could not speak fast enough for he bolted full speed from the cab. I sighed.... No matter how friendly your handkerchief is, it can't detract from the fact your a a great white shark. Find more at WritingPearls.com © 2011 Jessica SamuelsenAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on February 2, 2011 Last Updated on February 13, 2011 Tags: flaws, suits, sharks, taxi, handkercheif, short story, comical AuthorJessica SamuelsenPortland, ORAboutI like long walks on the beach with my husband. I like curling on the couch with a good book. I like writing the wrongs of the world in my art of words. Supporting those who would seek to do the s.. more..Writing
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