He mumbled sheepishly from behind a grizzly beard. Cigarette at hand. It wasn’t exactly the image I’d had in mind, but I was grateful nonetheless. He was to rescue me from the peril of my inconsistent Fiat Uno that had broken down outside his coffee shop.
I wasn’t sure whether to be impressed by her confidence or do the BBM forehead slap face (cue moment of recognition for all the other times we miss it). I chose neither…and decided she actually was ‘quite pretty’ (cue Keira Knightley Love Actually voice). Speaking of which…even if you’re a Hugh Grant-hater, you gotta love this.
It was the unintended, yet perfectly-crafted, alliteration that finally convinced me to write about this touchy topic.
You can relax. It wasn’t as deep as it sounds.
He held up an iPhone in front of her as if it were a wand of sorts.
The two little girls sat cross-legged on the window sill, wiping ice-cream from their faces as they sang. It was innocently beautiful.
Innocently beautiful. I wasn’t sure that was acceptable English…so I Googled it and came across this snippet from the Little Rascals. Bless.
Childhood is so wonderful.