One snowy night, a young lady dressed in a blue cloak walked passed by his shop - She was staring at the shop’s windows. There she saw all sorts of toys on the display, from dolls to wooden carriages – all painted with an array of colors.
The young man noticed the young lady while arranging the displays - He saw her through the fogged up windows staring intently at it. He invited her to come inside to get warm; the lady obliged.
Inside the store, the young man was mesmerized when the young lady removed her cloak - Her long hair was black as the night and her eyes were the best brown eyes he set his eyes upon. The toymaker offered the young lady a hot cocoa to feel warm, she nodded in return.
When the toymaker returned holding a cup of hot cocoa he prepared, he saw the young lady seated in a chair playing with a music box – she was crying. “What’s wrong?” The toymaker asked.
“Nothing” the young lady answered him still playing with the music box. The toymaker got curiou, he did his best to know the reason behind her tears but every attempt he tried failed.
“Do you know what’s worth more than diamonds?” The toymaker asked seating on his knees in front of the young lady.
“What? What’s more precious than the diamonds?” The lady asked in curiosity.
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Lost Tales
RomanceA different take on a storybook. period. Seat back, relax and carry on -Storyteller
