© 2010 Lynsey

137 – On the waterfront…

“Kiss me, you fool!” She was breathing heavily now, her chest heaving with gasps.

Brad, barely able to walk after the traumatic encounter with the deformed bicycle seat, tore the backpack seams as he flexed his muscles. “This always makes me look like RanXerox, I must work on my biceps more…”

“Quickly, my helicopter can only touch and go, there are spies and paparazzi everywhere!”

Just another sunny afternoon on the waterfront…

14. Every day the ordinary can be the extraordinary.
17. Every day look through a new lens.
32. Every day have a laugh.

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