The Story of a Lifetime

Once upon a time....

I was sitting.  In a chair.  On my birthday.  Eating some bean dip.  Alone.  The silence was deafening.

  I was pondering my life thus far, when my phone vibrated.

I didn't dare pick it up.

Who was it?  Where were they from? Why were they calling?

I nervously glanced at the screen wondering if it was him.

All it said was unknown number.

Should I answer? Should I not?  Are there going to be eternal consequences?

So many questions, but only twenty more seconds to decide.

I held my fate literally in my hand.

I answer.

"Hello".

Nothing.

"Hello....hello....HELLO??"

I hear a brief sigh, quickly followed by a voice.

His voice.

"Happy Birthday"

"Thank you"

"You're Welcome"

Then silence...

Again he speaks,

"What have you done today"

"Watched a movie, shopped...(dreamed of you)"

"Hmmmm did you take out the trash"

"No it's my birthday"

"You should take out the trash"

"Ok"

I go outside expecting him, and nothing.

Just a cat.

"What the heck I thought you were telling me to take the trash out so I could see you"

I say as I step in the door.

He laughs.

I hear him, but not on the phone.

He's standing on the stairs.

Dropping our phones simultaneously, we embrace.

It was the kiss of the century.

Hem Hem...if you've read this far...I have a confession.  I've decided to take a wham at my storytelling skills.

This is really what happened.

I was sitting in a chair.  On my birthday. Eating some bean dip. Alone.

The End

As you can see my first story is exactly what readers gobble up.  But I think I'm going to stick to reality.

I love being 21!  I feel like I could climb a mountain!  Even though I could climb a mountain before, but that's besides the point.  Now when I climb it, I can shout "I'm 21"!!!!

Sorry I'm boring folks :) but that's just the way I like it.