"He had short blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. I'd never seen him around before but that day I didn't stop seeing him around. I saw him at the super market when I went to pick up some eggs, I saw him at the petrol station when I went to get petrol, I saw him at work when I was working at the counter, he was everywhere."
As I sat there with my grand children recalling these memories I couldn't bring myself to admit the truth to them, what happened to him was all my fault and I could've stopped it, but I didn't.
"To be completely honest, I didn't really mind, he was a good looking guy. I saw him again the next day at the beach, I don't know why but I walked up to him and said hey, he looked up at me from where he was sitting, mumbled a quick hi and look back down. He was even more attractive up close. I sat down with him and kept talking, we talked for hours, about nothing really, we talked about our favourite colours and our favourite foods, but we just kept finding things to talk about, he was a lovely guy . It started to get dark so told him I had to leave, he said he hoped he would see me around again, I said I hoped so too and made my way home"
I stopped talking and glanced at the clock, it was nearly nine thirty already.
"Speaking if getting dark, it's past your bed time, off you go."
"But nan" they whined to me,
"I'll tell you more tomorrow" and with that they went off to bed.
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