Timing Stories

The plan was perfect.The trap was set. A beautiful mountain hike. A picnic by a shallow cliff over the ocean, where they’d shared their first kiss. A bottle of his favourite wine. The ring.And it was a Leap Year: lady’s choice. She could propose and he’d have to say yes, because they truly loved each other.They stood by the cliff edge. She got down on one knee.It was a Leap Year.So he leapt.She walked down and caught him...

Moonlit waves caressed the sand.She touched him with a delicate hand. She nestled up and pulled him near. What would unfold was perfectly clear. Afterward not a word was spoken. The perfect silence was never broken. They lay never more than an inch apart. She feared that he would break her heart. Eventually the sun arose. They both got up and donned their clothes. Still they didn’t try to talk. Hand in hand they began to...

I can’t describe the feelingOf being number oneI wasn’t there - quite long enoughTo realize the funI’ve tried to play it cool beforeAnd tried to be myselfBut every time - I find that I’veBeen placed upon some shelfI wasn’t played nor led uponI wasn’t pushed nor shovedI know I was - but am not nowVery simply loved