It never seemed like a good idea to him in the first place. How could he have avoided it? She had lured him in like a wide-mouthed bass and he had taken the bait, hook, line and sinker. He paced the length of the living room carpet and turned to retrace his steps. While his right hand finger-and-thumbed his forehead, his left hand clutched the letter tightly.
Jeremiah had met Sara a little over a year ago. The two met at a local Indian City fair. The night was wonderfully warm, he remembered, and Jeremiah was taking it all in. He strolled the lines of carnival fames along the midway, the remainder of a stick of cotton candy still lingering in his hands. As he glanced casually at each game and its prospective prizes, he noticed her at one of the games.
She was attempting to burst some balloons witha few dull darts, to no avail. Jeremiah couldn't help but to chuckle inside at her obviously hopeless attempt. As her last throw missed even more horribly than her previous two, something happened then that Jeremiah did not expect. She looked at him.
His jaw was frozen in mid-chew. His deep blue eyes stared honestly across the way back into her equally blue eyes. He was like a deer in headlights, unable to move. She turned, placing her backside ever so slightly on the counter to the dart game and smiled warmly. Jeremiah attempted a smile back, but was sure that only half of his mouth had received the order. |
