The Football
It was a windswept evening in early October, the days were growing shorter and colder. That was when she found him, tucked away in the thorny shrubs at the edge of the playing fields behind the high school. Their eyes met and that was that, she could look nowhere else. She invited him to come home with her, he asked if she didn't mind that he was punctured and useless as a football. She said it was part of his charm and promised that she would love no ball more.
Gently, she carried him to his new home, and they lived happily ever after.
*Based on a true story.
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Short StoryI didn't know I could draw until Covid 19 came and I couldn't write. So I started to draw on my phone! Each drawing has its own mini story.