April 15, 2009 by thommyg
The perfect girl!
There was no explaining the allure. She was not beautiful in anyway. Her hair was wiry and never very clean. The lipstick she painted on her lips was never on quite straight. Her sweater set always hung just a little eschew and was not the right color of white. He could never remember what it was about her that caught his attention. She had perched herself on the soda counter stool that day all those years ago waiting for her knight in shining armor…he could see it as vividly as if it were yesterday. Fifty years later he still saw her that way. Stunningly unusual but perfectly formed…a fit for him.