We sat along a familiar cafe with familiar company.
We even had the same conversation. Maybe just a 'tad' different with the addition of a new innuendo. pretty much the same story, nonetheless.
but you did leave me pondering.
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Though our stories are completely different, when summarized, it bears a somewhat similar plot.
So here's one tale depicted from the visions of M,
'It was a sunny afternoon.
A little girl walks pass a jewelry store but was halted by something that had caught her eye.
Mesmerized by the beautifully hand-crafted glass pony standing behind the thick window display, glimmering, she stood as close as she could with her hands over her head trying to shield her eyes from the blinding sunlight in hope to see a better glimpse of the glass pony.
For hours, she stood there - gathering her courage to enter the shop.
Finally, as the doors to the store swung open. The little girl ran gaily inside with the sheer excitement of seeing the pony up close. In utter glee, she picked up the pony from the display shelf and skipped around the store not realizing how fragile it is but for one moment, contented.
Only to trip and fall as the glass pony shatters into a million pieces in her arms.
She stood up, stunned, as she stared at blood bleeding from the countless cuts on her arm. However, the wounds were the last of her worries because at the back of her mind, she is reminded of the unpaid value of the glass horse itself.'
written by M.
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