Have you ever been picked up? I am…all of the time. No, not like THAT! (Although I do get hit on quite often…hehe)
I meant it in the literal sense. See, I’m small and thin, and for some reason that gives everyone a reason to pick me up and throw me around a bit:
But I really don’t mind being short, I like it down here. If I was any taller, I’d be (even more) scared of falling – and falling is something that I do quite often.
Besides I’m just as tall as a 160 cm tree:
Darling Optimists, remember that the contest, where you can win a drawing of yourself closes today! We’ll pick a winner tomorrow!
If you don’t win, don’t hesitate to send in your story (stories?) and have it published here (with a drawing!) – deadline is Sunday! Send it to dearoptimists [at] gmail.com
As you may know Den is a writer, and a damn good one too. When he’s not writing optimistic stories from his everyday life here, he writes short stories known as flash fiction.
The other day he posted a new story to his blog. It was one of those stories that you just have to read. Which is why I stole it for you guys to read:
“But…” she looked at him, confused.
“I said space alien.”
“Okay…so you think the shooting stars are UFOs?”
“Yup!” he said with a triumphant smile.
“But the place is called Shooting Star Beach.”
He nodded. “Look, there goes another one!”
“So let me get this straight. You think the lights that look like shooting stars are – “
“Spaceships flying. Isn’t it obvious?”
“It’s not obvious. It’s dubious at best.”
He slouched a little as her mother walked up.
“He’s only eight,” she whispered into her daughter’s ear.
I wish you a wonderful weekend and hope that you’ll take your loved ones by the hand and go look for spaceships.
Nadia (& Den)