Well it's february 14th, and you know what that means. V-day...in Japan or someplace over seas, right? haha, no. The day to cherish your loved ones, whoever they may be, regardless of relationship status. That's not to say you shouldn't be cherishing your loved ones on other days as well, but it can be a physical reminder. So whether you exchange candy and little valentines cards in elementary school, or a romantic dinner with that special someone in your life, or if you are two sisters deciding to be each others date for the evening, you can show those you care about how much you love them; and not by buying them candy and flowers, though those aren't bad either!
When we last left our hero, Mitt was wandering aimlessly recovering from his head injury the day before. It wasn't until he saw the bright lights of the city, decorated with whites and reds for the holiday, and the sweet cheery music of the dance hall floated out into the square that he realized it was Valentines Day. He didn't much care for the day, as he never celebrated it much. Mitt was single but not altogether lonely, just unattached. On this day he would march around in Green and wearing a Happy Saint Patrick's Day sign. He figured, if he celebrated THAT holiday within relatively a month's time, he could have twice the excuses to have green beer. Then he remembered, he hated beer. It made him stand out anyhow.
Couples embracing in the streets turned to look at him as he suddenly was wearing his Saint Patty's Day memorabilia. He felt the judgmental eyes searing deep into him. He ignored them and began to chant "Happy Saint Patty's Day!" It wasn't the first time he'd done this, but it was probably the first time in Writer's Block....Land.
As he hopped and skipped around a corner into a half-darkened alleyway, he came face to face with the tear streaked face of the most beautiful creature he'd laid his eyes on. Her hair was wild as the wind, and as vibrant as the sunrise. Her eyes were as blue and as grey as midnight. Were she to speak, Mitt believed she would sound as though an angel were singing God's praises. He did not know why she had been crying, but he intended to find out...
-Spoiled Mangoes
By the by, if you haven't gathered this, Whenever I seem to have the lack of something to write in here I will probably, though not always, write something about Mitt's Adventures. Gives me freedom to write anything, and gets me writing something consistent consistently.
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