The two girls stayed at the village for another night to gather supplies and have a drink or two at the local tavern. As Rosary was finishing her first glass of beer and Lizzie her third, they heard a wonderful bongo playing in the background. The sound felt like a soft thumping in your heart. You could every feeling that was being played. It was magnificent.
Lizzie in her half drunken state walked over to the man playing the bongos in the corner. She stared at him so intensely. His eyes were as blue as the spring skies and he was bald. Lizzie never saw someone with a bald head. She was getting more and more curious on what his head felt like. Was it fuzzy with really small hair or was it smooth and a skin feeling. As she looked at it more intensely she noticed two star shaped scars on his head. They were symmetrically placed on the sides of his head.
Lizzie was just about to touch the man’s head until he said, “Excuse me? Why are you so close to my head, miss?” She pulled her hand away as fast as she could to make it like she wasn’t about to touch him.
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Journey To Remember
الخيال (فانتازيا)this story might be a little weird, grammar wise because I will be writing down what comes to mind
