Pocketknife
In moments of procrastination, I dug up a few drabbles I'd written awhile ago and typed them up. Let's start with this one.
#37 - Pocketknife
Serenade
247 words
She thought she saw something flash briefly, like a playful drop of silver momentarily dancing in the spotlight. Rubbing her eyes, the blonde yawned and attributed the silver glints to her recent lack of sleep, resulting from her recent mental preoccupation with a particular college student.
And perhaps it was a strike of fate (or simply her lucky day), for she saw the said college student, loitering under the shade of an impressively large oak tree, something silver flashing in his hands.
Smiling to herself, Usagi casually made her way in his direction, strangely giddy at having such an opportunity to throw some insults his way.
As she walked into cologne-smelling distance, Mamoru nodded to her (in that gentlemanly way), carefully folding the pocketknife attached to an impressive set of keys (completed with Ferrari logo).
“Fancy seeing you here,” Usagi greeted teasingly. “Finally got bored of all the tedious company you keep?”
“Perhaps.” He gave her an equally teasing smile, slipping the pocketknife into his trousers. “I’ll see you around then, Odango.”
He walked away without a further word, leaving Usagi with an empty feeling of disappointment. Trying to ignore the now-familiar ache that seemed to be triggered every time his back was turned against her, she glanced toward the oak tree, noticing a rather irregular pattern on the bark.
She peered inquisitively as the markings came into closer view, until she could distinctly see the symbols etched deeply and elegantly in the wood.
‘M ♥ U’
#37 - Pocketknife
Serenade
247 words
She thought she saw something flash briefly, like a playful drop of silver momentarily dancing in the spotlight. Rubbing her eyes, the blonde yawned and attributed the silver glints to her recent lack of sleep, resulting from her recent mental preoccupation with a particular college student.
And perhaps it was a strike of fate (or simply her lucky day), for she saw the said college student, loitering under the shade of an impressively large oak tree, something silver flashing in his hands.
Smiling to herself, Usagi casually made her way in his direction, strangely giddy at having such an opportunity to throw some insults his way.
As she walked into cologne-smelling distance, Mamoru nodded to her (in that gentlemanly way), carefully folding the pocketknife attached to an impressive set of keys (completed with Ferrari logo).
“Fancy seeing you here,” Usagi greeted teasingly. “Finally got bored of all the tedious company you keep?”
“Perhaps.” He gave her an equally teasing smile, slipping the pocketknife into his trousers. “I’ll see you around then, Odango.”
He walked away without a further word, leaving Usagi with an empty feeling of disappointment. Trying to ignore the now-familiar ache that seemed to be triggered every time his back was turned against her, she glanced toward the oak tree, noticing a rather irregular pattern on the bark.
She peered inquisitively as the markings came into closer view, until she could distinctly see the symbols etched deeply and elegantly in the wood.
‘M ♥ U’