Blue Ribbon Beauty - The Story

Her car pulled up by the kerb. There was a slight screech of the breaks.

Gotta get those breakpads seen to, she thinks.

It's late winter, and the wind is a little breezy. So as she leaves the car by opening the door, she felt her hair ribbon tugging away from her. She grabbed it just in time before it flew off. Just as well, too. The last time she lost her blue ribbon, it was to a man whom she thought her heart belonged to. But that was more than a year ago.

She's engaged now, and as every moment passed by she got closer to stepping into the golden cage. Something she had been longing for ever since she was a child with her Ken & Barbie dolls and their little big house and their fancy artificle swimming pool and their friends.

Although she was living the happiest moments of her life, she found it quite stressful thinking 'whatever happened to that man?'

She enters the coffeeshop she once entered a long time back. It was as if she was living her own story all over again. Everything was just the same. The tables. The arrangements. The whole layout. Even the people, though there were new people in and some old ones not around.

It was a nice tingling feeling inside her that sort of made her right at home in some kind of way.

True love is divine
The power it shines

Sundance in her eyes
The picket fences between our hearts
The defence I cannot hold
The rythem my heart unfolds

As she got her drink and made a turn to go for a seat, she picked up a weekly gazette - Divinitive Thoughts - one that pursued readers of any society and race to pump the establishment with their thoughts on what was on their minds on any matter.

She flipped through the first many pages with a flicker.

'Is this seat taken?', asked a man. 'No', she would reply.

The man just stood there, he never moved an inch. Nor did he grab the chair after she gave him his answer. She hadn't even bothered to look up and see who it was, either. She was consumed with reading the gazette and guzzling down her drink.

She noticed a pair legs at the end of her table and slowly, she lifted her head, to look up at the person's face to say, 'I told you I don't...'

Before she could finish her sentence, she realized who she was glaring at.

It was him.

It was the man she had her heart set on more than a year back.

Slowly, she lowered her cup to the table.

And silently - let a tear out of her eye.