Have you ever wondered if you’re being callous by just deciding that the world is in such a rough shape (or maybe it’s just my country? If you read the headlines, you’ll probably understand) that maybe you should offer something lighter? More humorous?
So, I decided that for today’s Carrot Ranch contribution I would go slightly (okay, a lot!) lighter than what I’ve offered in the past couple of weeks. Charli asked us to write of two words that contradict and I took it a little to the obscure side by using a couple (er, a romantic couple) who completely contradict. Thanks for reading.
“Doomed!” Old Lady Hennessy declared.
“Doomed!” agreed the other quilting club ladies.
Russell was the town bad boy. I was the town good girl.
He started a rock band. A rock band in Little Falls? Scandalous. We’re bluegrass true!
I was destined to be the librarian. Finger upon my lips: shush!
But you can’t control who you fall in love with. Maybe it’s pheromones. Maybe it’s his sky eyes. Maybe it’s the song he sang round midnight while meteorites zipped across the sky.
Russel and me? We’re opposites. Do opposites attract?
I’ll let you know. After one more kiss.