Ginger sat in the dappled light under the apple tree in her front yard. Summer sun had freckled her nose and lightened her hair which was, as usual, pulled into a pony tail. Her gingham dress hung loosely and hinted at curves blossoming beneath. She held a book of poetry but was staring at the clouds. That one’s a bunny. That one’s a galloping stallion. She hummed quietly to herself.
Fred was out for a walk — aimlessly, he would have said, but his feet always found their way to Ginger’s street. Feigning disinterest, he intended to walk right past.
“Hi,” said Ginger. And Fred’s heart skipped a beat. He would always recall that instant as when his life changed forever.
[Note: Learn more about Fred and Ginger here. ~Tim 6 Dec 2009]