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The Gentleman and the LadyShe arose from a deep slumber. She sat up, hearing a gentle tap at her chamber doors.
"Who's there?" A soft whisper fluttered across the grand room.
The knock came yet again. She slid out of bed, the candle light quivering from her movements. In silence, bare footsteps floated across the bedroom, her nightgown hovering and gliding behind her.
"Who's there?" She uttered again, hoping for any sort of answer.
Another knock came as the only reply. Her hand shook as she placed her frail fingers on the cool door knob. Nervously, she opened the luxurious door.
A gentleman stood at the entrance. He removed his hat as she bowed to the shivering woman. He held out his hand, beckoning the frightened lady.
One glance at the man's gentle, auburn eyes and her troubles dispelled to the ground. Just one fleeting look and she knew he had no intention to harm her, but in fact, take great care of her.
Upon taking his hand, which was surprisingly warm, all fears within her quelled, fleeting into the ether
Muted MelodyDanny sat along the boardwalk, strumming his guitar for spare change. He started slowly, with a mellow tune. The stings cried of love lost at sea and a new one springing forth from the same sea.
As he finished that tune, he followed up with a faster paced hymn of two lovers dancing in the moonlight.
Some people would stop to listen, few dropped change, but a few others didn't enjoy the music. One or two jokesters dropped trash in the guitar case.
At the end of the day, he managed to charm a collective of five dollars. He spent half of it on a cheeseburger at the burger pit at the end of the boardwalk.
"Danny boy! The regular?" The fry cook greeted him.
Danny nodded in delight.
"Why don't you play for some joints and stuff? They could use some live entertainment." He flipped the numerous patties.
Danny shook his head.
"Tell ya what. I got a cuzin, with a bar over on the east side. I'll try to hook you up."
The musician shook his head again.
"Can't be peddling for change all the time, ya
Egg Foo YonI found it at the bottom of egg drop soup. There wasn't much to think about. I ate the soup like I normally did, throwing in some of those fried crisp strips as I ate it.
When the yellow disappeared, leaving the porcelain white behind, I saw the strip of paper that clung to the curves of the bowl. It was a forgotten fortune. Someone left it behind and the under paid washer missed it.
I peeled it off with my spoon and tried to read it. A surprising trip will catch you by surprise. Well, I would think so.
As I stood to leave, I bumped into a waiter. He fell to the floor along with the tray of food he was carrying.
"Ah, miss, I'm so sorry!" He quickly picked up the plates, rushing back toward the kitchen. The manager hurried to the waiting table, apologized profusely and offered a discount for the trouble. He then apologized to me and offered a free appetizer on my next visit.
The waiter caught me leaving to the parking lot and apologized.
"There's no need." I said.
"I'm sorry. I really a
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