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For the first time in his life, Oliver Shoffey found that his mouth was agape.
Thirty four years of his life had passed without one remarkable moment. His ordinary life was punctuated by his completely common looks. His only claim to an obtuse feature was a small scar on his forearm shaped like a bird. He had no family, no pet, and certainly no girlfriend. Nobody had ever been interested in his plainness. But what he saw in front of him, on his walk home from his job as a man who sat in an office all day, was anything but ordinary. Oliver's walk home consisted of a right, two lefts, crossing a very busy road, another right and a short section of the park before his final left turn to his flat. On this particular day, a dense fog had rolled into the city. The fog seemed to quench all of the noises of the city and the bustling nature of the streets. As he turned into the park Oliver waded through the fog, squinting his eyes to see the way. He was so focused on his task that he almost didnt see the dark shape in the mist.
It grew darker and darker..and Oliver wondered if he should be afraid. He was so encompassed in the ordinary that he hardly knew how to register surprise. As he peered at the form, he saw a hand emerge, its fingers twining around the mist. The fingers were slim and poignant. Next, an arm appeared, connected to a shoulder, bare in the july heat. The fog made a bluish cast upon the pale skin of a neck and chest that was revealed to Oliver. An ankle with an immaculately created foot swept a wide circle, parting the haze. As the figure continued its waltz with the fog, Oliver began to make out the face of the person, he squinted his eyes and stared so hard his eyes began to ache. Finally, the face was out of the haze and obscured only by long brown hair, soaked with humidity. As the girl swung herself around in a private dance he finally gazed upon her features.
This is when Oliver discovered his mouth's ability to be agape. Her skirt flowed around her as she twirled through the fog. Her eyes were a sparkling hazel with green stars burning in them. Her nose was carved from the finest marble. Her cheeks held a more tender pink than the most beautiful rose. Her lips curved into a rapturous smile that seemed to light the mist around her, as if she posessed some sort of magic. Waves of velvet-brown hair cascaded down past her shoulders. Oliver found her overwhelmingly lovely. Her radiance seemed to fill his eyes until he could barely stand to look at her, though he would have rather died than look away.The clouds of fog were rolling between them and as they grew thicker, Oliver realized he would soon lose her, if he could not reach her. He stumbled through the vapor towards her, but her dance seemed to move in circles around him. The mist became thicker around her for a moment. His heartbeat quickened and his stomach turned with the thought of losing her. But the cloud was only passing. He followed her for what seemed like the most beautiful eternity. But the fog was growing too think and the passing thick clouds became more frequent. Just as he found he was going to lost sight of her in the dense fog, she did the most extrodinary thing of all. She looked up and smiled. At Oliver.
Thirty four years of his life had passed without one remarkable moment. His ordinary life was punctuated by his completely common looks. His only claim to an obtuse feature was a small scar on his forearm shaped like a bird. He had no family, no pet, and certainly no girlfriend. Nobody had ever been interested in his plainness. But what he saw in front of him, on his walk home from his job as a man who sat in an office all day, was anything but ordinary. Oliver's walk home consisted of a right, two lefts, crossing a very busy road, another right and a short section of the park before his final left turn to his flat. On this particular day, a dense fog had rolled into the city. The fog seemed to quench all of the noises of the city and the bustling nature of the streets. As he turned into the park Oliver waded through the fog, squinting his eyes to see the way. He was so focused on his task that he almost didnt see the dark shape in the mist.
It grew darker and darker..and Oliver wondered if he should be afraid. He was so encompassed in the ordinary that he hardly knew how to register surprise. As he peered at the form, he saw a hand emerge, its fingers twining around the mist. The fingers were slim and poignant. Next, an arm appeared, connected to a shoulder, bare in the july heat. The fog made a bluish cast upon the pale skin of a neck and chest that was revealed to Oliver. An ankle with an immaculately created foot swept a wide circle, parting the haze. As the figure continued its waltz with the fog, Oliver began to make out the face of the person, he squinted his eyes and stared so hard his eyes began to ache. Finally, the face was out of the haze and obscured only by long brown hair, soaked with humidity. As the girl swung herself around in a private dance he finally gazed upon her features.
This is when Oliver discovered his mouth's ability to be agape. Her skirt flowed around her as she twirled through the fog. Her eyes were a sparkling hazel with green stars burning in them. Her nose was carved from the finest marble. Her cheeks held a more tender pink than the most beautiful rose. Her lips curved into a rapturous smile that seemed to light the mist around her, as if she posessed some sort of magic. Waves of velvet-brown hair cascaded down past her shoulders. Oliver found her overwhelmingly lovely. Her radiance seemed to fill his eyes until he could barely stand to look at her, though he would have rather died than look away.The clouds of fog were rolling between them and as they grew thicker, Oliver realized he would soon lose her, if he could not reach her. He stumbled through the vapor towards her, but her dance seemed to move in circles around him. The mist became thicker around her for a moment. His heartbeat quickened and his stomach turned with the thought of losing her. But the cloud was only passing. He followed her for what seemed like the most beautiful eternity. But the fog was growing too think and the passing thick clouds became more frequent. Just as he found he was going to lost sight of her in the dense fog, she did the most extrodinary thing of all. She looked up and smiled. At Oliver.