They always meet at the same place and time, Tana always having something for him to enjoy. She brings his favorite flowers and plays his favorite songs, enjoying the cloudless sky as they do. Philip has always enjoyed the scent of lavenders and the sound of lutes.
They would always exchange their pleasantries as if it's the first time they meet, and they would do so until it's become part of all their days.
She would always tell him jokes, and he would always laugh at them. He would tell her stories of what he'd done in this day and that, never failing to catch her say oh as she finds more things out about him.
Tana's hazel eyes and smoothly-pitched voice always make him smile, and he would always tell her. Her favorite thing about him is the way he speaks; to her, it's like listening to classical music as she watches the rain pour with a cup of tea in hand. Or maybe reading a good book by her porch as she listened to nothing but nature. He laughs as she tells him this.
They would always sit together atop the hill where they met. He would always want to play with her hair and embrace her, and she would always want to pat his head as he lays on her lap. That all could be nothing other than a dream for them both.
She would tell stories of how her day's been, and he would tell stories of how he lived his.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Historia CortaThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
