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PROMPT July 3rd Describe a missed opportunity you encountered, and how things might have been different if you hadn't missed it. Collin's pointy little chin which was covered in sparse little hairs rested on his palm, fingers tapping his cheek. His other hand stirred his morning tea, which wasn't looking so good. Tiny chunks of curdled milk floated on the top, and some of the chunks stuck to the side of his cup. But Collin didn't care. He was disturbed. He was unnerved. He was angry and sad all at the same time. And Collin being Collin, his mood, dark as it was, could have been the result from any number of things. A trick gone wrong. A backfired trap. A serious lack of sugar cubes in his pantry. Or even the dreary weather that dumped buckets of rain on his leaky little cottage. But not this mood. Oh no siree. This mood was something entirely different. THIS mood hung on him like a rag. Completely depressing, this mood. It started just last week when Collin went into town on a bright sunny morning. The weather was crisp and the sky was blue. Cottony clouds drifted above the trees in fantastical shapes and big puffy billows. It was truly a perfect day. Well, that's what Collin thought. The street was filled with humans, rushing everywhere to buy this and that. They were chatting and laughing and smiling great smiles as they handed their money to vendors on the street. And so many of them! Perfect for all the tricks and the traps Collin had planned. He knew it would be a good day indeed. He played his tricks and set his traps and giggled with glee as his pocket filled with cash and coins. He was just stuffing a handful of notes into one bulging pocket when someone tapped a polite little tap on his bony shoulder. He turned in surprise and...and...his chin dropped in disbelief when he recognized who it was. "Hello, Collin," came the lovely sweet voice. "How have you been?" the voice said again. This lovely voice so sweet and pure belonged to the second love of his life, the angelic and fair Fiona. And true it was, Fiona was his second love. His first was the equally lovely Colleen who rejected his hand for marriage. In fact, that had been more than 200 years ago, and every five years since, Collin still asked for her hand. He would love her for eternity. But Fiona? Ah yes, lovely Fiona. He loved her too. And she loved him back. But Collin was selfish and stingy and hateful in his younger days. He wanted only Colleen. Fiona would never do. Never, never, never. And besides, if he couldn't have Colleen, then he didn't want anyone. Fiona included. And so one day, as Fiona sat on a romantic park bench under a canopy of graceful trees, she smiled her famous sweet smile at Collin, expecting he would ask for her hand. And Collin? Well, Collin was stingy and selfish and in a very dark mood. His heart longed for Colleen and it could never belong to Fiona. So he made a decision. One he couldn't turn back. One he would forever regret. He cocked his head in a most hateful way and said with an air of disgust, "Fiona, my heart beats for another and could never be yours." And with that he turned on his grimy little heels and dashed away like the idiot he was, leaving poor Fiona to cry alone, tears of sorrow streaming down her cheeks. That was a long time ago - nearly 200 years. And usually times heals all. But not for Collin. Oh no siree. When he came face to face with Fiona in the street, that sweet voice terrified him, and once more he chose to run. Run like the idiot he was. And this...this was the second opportunity he would forever regret. |
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