She runs, but why?

 

      In that blessed spell of a good weather, so the expression goes. The sun had its balance in a moderate calefaction, as the yellow-tailed black cockatoo flew passed the window in a whisper of wind, with beautiful chorus that worth more like a bedtime song, which attended him with a sleep right in the ambience of his sitting.

      And in two minutes; "I've got this for you" he said. "Who, Me? Thank you" she replied, with a relaxed smile. Enamoured with the extremely rare attitude of the beautiful young girl, "huh! She could finally accept even a gift from me?" He thought within him, with gathered drops around both eyes. However, as he extended the content on his right hand towards her direction with the support of the left, Joe wouldn't realise the impossibilism in the scene; It was altogether but a dream. 

      You could ever imagine the acrimony that boils within you, having missed that lovely event you know you never can experience, especially of a dream thwarted by someone else. This vituperation would all have been poured upon the innocent Jack, who had dared to wake his dear friend that afternoon, but for the beauty of passionate friendship.

      Jack soon joined Joe on the only two-seater chair, in his old fashioned building, where you'll find a fourteen inches old television set, with a half-way broken antenna. Directly opposite the TV set, is a standing dusty ancient bookshelf, beside which is hung a history wall clock that rattled tick tock all through their discussion.

      "But I actually don't understand why she keeps avoiding me!" Joe continued with an appealing facial expression. Meanwhile, he had spoken well of her beauty and tenderness. " Good looking and adorably Angelic a neighbor's daughter she is", he added. Jack, with the little he had gathered thought he could give a fitting conclusion to the supposed love story- "she would quite be beautiful to look upon, I guess, I look forward to setting my eyes on her. But could she be so elegantly supercilious? That she shrugs you off whenever you get close to her?" He asked. 

      It isn't half way what Jack thinking is, you know? It hasn't come time to be that emotional, besides it is not a love story. Well! It definitely Will cut across ones mind what this could be if it ceases to be a love story. Here's where the fact lies; in a more sincere look, Joe said "Tofunmi's  a little girl. Of all I could accumulate, she is just two. But what keeps me contemplating her matter all day, is how she so nervously runs away from friendly neighbours, even when no one is in a pursuit".

      To come in a bit, you should wonder why Tofunmi, like many other children would avoid getting closer to those who probably they will consider three times their heights or more. I've got one such child of a neighbour who wouldn't want to set her little eyes on me before she takes to her heel, so fast as her short legs could carry her. Then I discovered that the impression one makes on the little ones at first sight - either you scare them or make them happy, whichever one you choose, rules their minds for a very long time.

     

      Anselm.