Sunday, 22 September 2013

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Sarah was walking down the street she knew so well, she used to walk here every morning when she was in school. She was walking there in her own little world when suddenly she hit something and feel over, she heard somebody got to their feet "Ooh I'm so clumsy" she heard a voice say, it was a nice calm voice Sarah thougt, she opened her eyes and saw the hand in front of her, she crabed it, the hand belonged to a handsome young man with dark eyes and dark hair, as she got to her feet she felt the warmth of his hand fill her body so she couldn't feel the pain in her back from the fall. She was now standing face to face with the man, she didnt let go of his hand, neither did he let go of her hand, their eyes meet "Sorry its my faul......'' They both started, the young man laughed, Sarah felt the warm feeling rising to her head, "You go first, miss" he said in his pleasent voice, What a gentleman! Sarah thougt, but when Sarah wanted to speak she merly smiled, the young man looked at her and said in a concerned voice " Are you ok? Did you hurt your head?" He razed his hands and ran his fingers throug her hair, obviously examining it for bruses, "Your head's fine," he said after lowering his hands " Can you speak?", " I'm fine, thank you...? I didn't catch your name Mr.?" "Oh where are my manners, my name is John, John Lennon and yours?" " My name is Sarah Sciortino" there they stood for a few minutes before John said " What a beautiful name" Then suddenly Sarah realized who he was, he was John Lennon from that band The Beatles! She had heard he was from that era in town, you know round Mendips and Strawberry Fields, she just stared at him, " Where're you headin'?" John said Sarah was on her way home from the park but she just said " The way you're heading" he just grinned, " Well come on then!" He said holding out his hand for her to hold, she reached out and grabbed the warm soft hand once again and she walked down the street with the handsome young man John Lennon.

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