Photo Story, "The Matchmaker: Part 9"
Again, I know I need more non-photo story photos...but well...I'm having way too much fun with my silly little stories. I have been working harder to make these photos really nice (I really like how the photos turned out for this installment and the last installment). Anyway, this installment is a little bit more on the serious side, but I hope you enjoy it anyway :D
Part 9:
*Grace out walking her dog*
Crispin: Hello, again.
Grace: Oh…hi Crispin, it’s nice to see you.
Crispin: Are you walking your dog?
Grace: Yes, I take her out everyday.
Fifi (dog): *tugs impatiently on leash* Arf!
Crispin: Um…may I walk with you?
Grace: Sure, I would like that.
Fifi: Arf! Arf! *tugs leash again*
*they walk together slowly*
Grace: Thanks for walking with me.
Crispin: My pleasure. I like walking, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to while walking.
Fifi: *tugs harder on the leash, wanting them to walk faster*
Grace: *scolds* Fifi! Behave yourself.
Crispin: Your dog is cute.
Grace: Thank you, but she gets impatient. I think she’s jealous; she wants all of my attention.
Crispin: *laughs*
*Fifi tugs leash out of Grace’s hand and runs ahead*
Grace: Fifi! Come back!
Crispin: Uh oh, let’s get her! *runs after Fifi*
*Crispin catches Fifi*
Crispin: Caught you…you sneaky little run away…
Fifi: Arf! *licks Crispin’s hands*
*Grace runs up*
Grace: Fifi!
Crispin: Don’t worry, I’ve got her.
Grace: Fifi, you naughty dog!
Fifi: Arf!
*they sit*
Grace: Thanks for catching her. She is usually very well behaved, but sometimes she runs off and gets into trouble.
Crispin: No problem.
*long silence, Crispin pets Fifi*
Grace: Can I ask you something?
Crispin: Sure.
Grace: Are you going to ask me out?
Crispin: *shocked at her directness* Er…well…I…I was thinking about it, yes.
Grace: But you haven’t decided yet?
Crispin: No, I’m trying to get to know you better first.
Grace: There’s something you should know first.
Crispin: *slightly uneasy* Okay.
Grace: I’m a widow. My husband…died, not too long ago. I’m still…grieving.
Crispin: I’m so sorry.
Grace: It’s okay, I just wanted you to know.
*another silence*
Grace: I'm waiting for you to leave.
Crispin: You want me to leave?
Grace: No...it's just most people do when I tell them about my past.
Crispin: Well, I think that would be rude, really.
Grace: I think you are really sweet.
Crispin: *blush*
Grace: I could really use a friend right now, more than anything else. I’m tired of being alone, that’s why I came here. I…heard…there are lots of nice people here.
Crispin: It’s true. And I’d love to be your friend; I don’t want you to be sad.
Grace: Thank you. You are the first one to reach out to me, I appreciate it. Most people just avoid me.
Crispin: Shall we keep walking?
Grace: *smiles* Yes, let’s.
Fifi: Arf! *is excited to continue walking*
To be continued...
Part 9:
*Grace out walking her dog*
Crispin: Hello, again.
Grace: Oh…hi Crispin, it’s nice to see you.
Crispin: Are you walking your dog?
Grace: Yes, I take her out everyday.
Fifi (dog): *tugs impatiently on leash* Arf!
Crispin: Um…may I walk with you?
Grace: Sure, I would like that.
Fifi: Arf! Arf! *tugs leash again*
*they walk together slowly*
Grace: Thanks for walking with me.
Crispin: My pleasure. I like walking, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to while walking.
Fifi: *tugs harder on the leash, wanting them to walk faster*
Grace: *scolds* Fifi! Behave yourself.
Crispin: Your dog is cute.
Grace: Thank you, but she gets impatient. I think she’s jealous; she wants all of my attention.
Crispin: *laughs*
*Fifi tugs leash out of Grace’s hand and runs ahead*
Grace: Fifi! Come back!
Crispin: Uh oh, let’s get her! *runs after Fifi*
*Crispin catches Fifi*
Crispin: Caught you…you sneaky little run away…
Fifi: Arf! *licks Crispin’s hands*
*Grace runs up*
Grace: Fifi!
Crispin: Don’t worry, I’ve got her.
Grace: Fifi, you naughty dog!
Fifi: Arf!
*they sit*
Grace: Thanks for catching her. She is usually very well behaved, but sometimes she runs off and gets into trouble.
Crispin: No problem.
*long silence, Crispin pets Fifi*
Grace: Can I ask you something?
Crispin: Sure.
Grace: Are you going to ask me out?
Crispin: *shocked at her directness* Er…well…I…I was thinking about it, yes.
Grace: But you haven’t decided yet?
Crispin: No, I’m trying to get to know you better first.
Grace: There’s something you should know first.
Crispin: *slightly uneasy* Okay.
Grace: I’m a widow. My husband…died, not too long ago. I’m still…grieving.
Crispin: I’m so sorry.
Grace: It’s okay, I just wanted you to know.
*another silence*
Grace: I'm waiting for you to leave.
Crispin: You want me to leave?
Grace: No...it's just most people do when I tell them about my past.
Crispin: Well, I think that would be rude, really.
Grace: I think you are really sweet.
Crispin: *blush*
Grace: I could really use a friend right now, more than anything else. I’m tired of being alone, that’s why I came here. I…heard…there are lots of nice people here.
Crispin: It’s true. And I’d love to be your friend; I don’t want you to be sad.
Grace: Thank you. You are the first one to reach out to me, I appreciate it. Most people just avoid me.
Crispin: Shall we keep walking?
Grace: *smiles* Yes, let’s.
Fifi: Arf! *is excited to continue walking*
To be continued...