The sad tale of John & Sarah II
Continued from
So now, John had gotten used to being sad and gloomy. He said,
"You stick with certain things that you know you won't find round just any
corner." Alas, there he was walking down the road. Looking down at the
road, he started kicking the odd loose stone from the tar that hit his floater
sole. He was stunned. After all, he had jumped in with a pin tightening his
nostrils when he wouldn't even do that while diving into a real pool of water.
All he could do was kick those loose stones off the road. If he didn't find
any, the sorrow just got deeper.
His mind could not fathom why Sarah was so. Now really, concern
about anything is shown in action, and isn't some weird mystical telepathy that
two people enjoyed. It played out in communication, conversation, response and,
most importantly, the true joy of knowing that two people celebrated.
Apparently, this instance was an exception, but with the perks of not being
one. How that privilege was attained, no one knew - but it was enjoyed. If
anyone knew, and could explain that, only Sarah could, but she had left John's
fate to be absorbed by the loose stones that he kicked off the tar on the road
he was spending his gloom and sorrow on. Oh the sad tale that builds as a
result breaks his heart. Of what what ill deserves he this? Pray tell, not his
plunge with a pinned nose?
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