The Singing Lamb
A lost little lamb made its way
Down a narrow lane
When a man in a robe walked along side it
As if he was dancing in the rain.
He said –Oh lost little lamb
Have no fear
Here is your Angel–
In a loud voice that could shatter a mirror.
But the little lamb roared at the man
Its snarl as ferocious and undermining
And swallowed him whole
Before continuing its journey singing.
* * *
“Happy Birthday, Mindy.” I said two weeks later with a grin almost as big as hers, handing her the neatly wrapped present that I spent hours on not only finding but actually doing a good wrapping job. With ferocity, she snatched out of my hands and began to rip the paper apart; her eyes were lit like the fourth of July. When she reached the small box, Mindy gave me a quizzical look, but I nodded for her to keep going, for her to reach the surprise. Then it happened.
“Oh my God! Seriously? You got me their tickets? Simon, how’d you do it? You’re the best!” Mindy wrapped herself around me in excitement; the part of not being able to breath didn’t make it out in time. I had just passed the concession store of tickets and saw Avenge Sevenfold was going to play, so I got the tickets for the price of eighty dollars, plus an extra fifty for VIP; I was always good at bartering with someone, especially when it’s with my money.
“The only way that I could get a good deal on the price was when I talked about you.” I complimented, taking the empty seat right next of hers in the crammed lunch area of the café. Mindy blushed a little bit, her smile was still rising off the charts.
“I’m just so excited!”
“Good, that means you might be willing to bring a friend a long.” I said. She gave me a puzzling look.
“What do you mean? There’s only-“
“Two tickets.” I finished for her, unfolding the tickets the rest of the way. Her eyes widened, but the brightness of it dimmed down in disappointment or fear.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say.” I leaned down, making sure it was pretty close, and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.
“It’s your birthday; you shouldn’t have to say anything.” Mindy gave me a suppressed smile while looking away from my gaze. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I was about to ask, until I saw Brandon coming towards us, holding a small bag with a present. He halted in his tracks for a millisecond, but continued towards us with a forced smile. Seriously, what was with these guys?
“Hey, how are my favorite people?” We didn’t answer him, especially me. Something was going on and I was tired of being stuck in the dark, but I couldn’t bring myself to be upset with them.
“Just gave Mindy her present, now off to do some research.”
“About what?” Mindy asked a bit too quickly. I hesitated, but scolded myself for doing that; Mindy had a right to know, and it wasn’t like I was going to hide anything from her in this relationship.
“Emy and I got assigned to study the town history for Creative Writing, so we planned to do that today.”
“On my birthday?” Mindy asked quizzically and a bit bitchy. Where was this coming from?
“Sorry, Mindy, but school’s a top priority, especially if I’m going to get into Colorado State.” I tried to reason, but I saw the fire growing in her eyes, the look made me shiver, exactly what she wanted from the pleased look she gave me. “I’ll just see you guys later.” On that note, I took off, leaving the café and stepping out into the cool and cloudy afternoon, not before noticing how my best friend and my girlfriend where holding hands under the table.
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