02-15-2021, 12:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-14-2021, 11:59 PM by Joseph Blacke.)
Joe trotted over to join her.
"Hello," was all he could muster. Anything else that might have followed dissolved into a mumble and was lost. She looked fantastic, like the maidens from the folk music and sea shanties he listened to. Something magical. Then he remembered his manners. His hat and coat! They were over a barrel back at the goods shed, but the smell of fresh baked pie overrode manners.
"Mince pie is fine, Miss. The 'anky as well? You really are too kind." Again he was at a loss as to what to do with his hands. He blushed, excited to fill the void of embarrassment in his belly with pie. Then he remembered his manners...again.
"Sorry again, Miss. 'ere am I all hot and smelling o' fish, no cap, no coat. What would your brother say?"
"Hello," was all he could muster. Anything else that might have followed dissolved into a mumble and was lost. She looked fantastic, like the maidens from the folk music and sea shanties he listened to. Something magical. Then he remembered his manners. His hat and coat! They were over a barrel back at the goods shed, but the smell of fresh baked pie overrode manners.
"Mince pie is fine, Miss. The 'anky as well? You really are too kind." Again he was at a loss as to what to do with his hands. He blushed, excited to fill the void of embarrassment in his belly with pie. Then he remembered his manners...again.
"Sorry again, Miss. 'ere am I all hot and smelling o' fish, no cap, no coat. What would your brother say?"
