It was a gathering of families and we were early. Or was everybody else late? Someone suggested a walk down to the river while we waited; I happily agreed. The sun was setting - pink and orange tinged the horizon. A cool, gentle breeze caressed my arms and face. As we walked downhill, I breathed in deeply, finding the fresh air almost intoxicating.
We reached a short jetty at the water. As I walked onto it, time seemed to slow down. Ducks were speaking to each other all around us. I looked out across the river towards the bridge. Normally a dull grey, tonight, at this moment it seemed to be bathed in gold - like a surreal, sparkling mystery, out of place in its surroundings. Its colour slowly changing, to orange, and then a red ochre as the sun continued its journey behind us.
Turning my gaze to the left, I followed the trees spotting the beach downstream to a house that lay on a short peninsula. Behind it, the blue sky lay impassive, serene, with clouds that looked like they had been swirled in curves by a painter holding a brush. I stood still, looking into the distance, water all around me. Just breathing. And in that moment, all I could do was wish that you were here, holding my hand, and walking with me. Sighing, I turned around and walked back up.
Ok, if the skittles man really existed, he would not be invincible.
Proposition 1:
The Skittles man, being able to turn anything he touches into skittles, would have to physically touch them with his hands only, as we can see that things do not ...
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