Here it is! My very first post for Creative Writing Ink ! Feel free to leave some constructive criticism!


He waits on the corner, right under a street sign of which he doesn’t even understand the meaning, with eyes staring blankly across the crowded street. Every five seconds or so he looks eagerly to his left, only to find that the person he’s been waiting for has not yet arrived.

Where could she be?, he wonders anxiously. Negative images starts to play tricks in his mind the longer he waits.

What if she’s been hit by a bus?

What if she’s fallen into some deep, dark hole on her way here with no one above hearing her scream?

Or worse, what if she’s decided that she doesn’t want to see me anymore?!

He takes a deep breath, which is a hard thing to do when you are  nervous, and sits on the pavement. He licks his lower lip, undecided about what he’d do next if she really doesn’t show up.

“Hello there, sweetie!”

He looks up as a young woman walks toward him with the biggest smile in the world plastered across her face. Since he’s been sitting for the last three minutes, the young woman crouches in front of him so their eyes meet. “Why are you so sad, sweetheart?” she asks as she brushes his cheek with the back of her hand.

She’s in her late twenties, he assumes, all dressed in a plain white shirt and a pair of grey suit pants. He has to admit, she looks rather dashing. Very beautiful, indeed.

But she’s not the one.

So he looks away, though tempting she may be. Hell, she could have decided to bring him home, judging from how excited she looked when she first saw him! He might have gotten lucky and have a place to crash tonight if he had let her!

But he knows for certain that his heart only belongs to one special girl.

A girl who still has not shown up.

Until suddenly, he senses it.

That scent. That beautiful fragrant of red rose petals he’s always adored.

That sound. That rhythmic footsteps he’s always loved.

So he looks to his left.

To the little girl with a ponytail standing only a few metres away. A basket of red roses in her right hand, a white cane in her left.

He can tell that she senses him by the smile that slowly blooms across her beautiful face as she moves closer.

He opens his mouth to say ‘hello’, but no voice comes out. He sees her holding out her hand, wanting to touch him, so he moves his head closer to her reach. He closes his eyes as the little blind girl sinks her hands in his soft fur.

“Hello again.” She greets with the warmest voice he has ever heard in his four years of life. “Want to accompany me while I sell the flowers today?”

“Woof!” Yes!, he says loud and clear. Proudly and lovingly. For he is head over heels with this adorable girl.

And so they walk, side by side, leaving the Italian street sign behind.


A special unconditional love for Joshua Radin’s “Sesame Street”, the song that I listened to as I wrote this short story 🙂

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Novroz
    Apr 27, 2011 @ 08:30:48

    Ah…so he is a dog!
    Hehehe the end makes me smile. it’s really good 🙂


    • si_ulil
      Apr 27, 2011 @ 15:27:51

      Thank you very much! It feels great to have someone I don’t know (Someone name Wanda) liked my post as well!
      Oh, quick question! How do you Undo things in blog? I accidentally click the Like button on the post because I thought it would show who had liked it, but I ended up liking my own post instead. I am not THAT narcissistic! 😛


      • Novroz
        Apr 27, 2011 @ 15:43:42

        i have done the same thing as u the first time the like button is introduced. i forgot how to undo it. will get back to you after i open this in my pc (not in mobilephone)

  2. Wanda
    Apr 27, 2011 @ 16:30:09

    Thanks for your comment, too! Let us wait for the next picture 🙂


  3. Cath
    Apr 28, 2011 @ 18:14:16

    Love the story – especially the twist at the end! 🙂


  4. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Nov 03, 2013 @ 07:03:49

    A good story. I’m having a lazy Sunday afternoon cruising blogs & this was just perfect to come across :). A story isn’t a story without a twist.


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