Falling For Her

So this is a little tale, set to the kind of music I suppose Beethoven would write. A little story about a bloke, a dreamer, who bumbled through life. Hopes and plans and dreams that never seemed to... to.... to ever go right. A story about how one day, as he bumbled along, stumbled into a little book shop somewhere Perth, he managed to trip and fall headlong into love with an angel who was buying a book the dreamer had read.

Simon didn't know what he was doing, standing between those shelves, and he saw her, long hair flowing, legs smooth and graceful. Something startled him, his legs failed to move in time to his body and he felt the ground rise up to meet him, felt the corner of something hard greet his skull with force.

When he opened his eyes, he looked into deep pools of blue, her smile wide and easy, her words making sure he was okay. He was, he told her, and tried to rise, but the knock to the head had disrupted something and he crashed down again.

She sat and held his hand until the ambulance came. He asked what book she was looking for. Fear and Loathing, she told him. He promised her he'd give her his copy. She sat in the ambulance with him.

A concussion. He couldn't have been happier. She drove him home. He gave her Hunter S. Thompson's masterpiece. As the sun went down they both were smiling.