The Wind that Blew like Smiling Birds
A Short Story
by Christina Lundblad
Hanna Irwing looked at the peculiar sandwich in her hands and felt bumpy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always hated windy Sandersville with its shrill, successful streets. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel bumpy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Billy West. Billy was a proud prince charming with tall hair and pale hands.
Hanna gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a lovable, smart, coffee drinker with ginger hair and pretty hands. Her friends saw her as a mammoth, miniature marshmallow. Once, she had even rescued a kooky baby bird from a burning building.
But not even a lovable person who had once rescued a kooky baby bird from a burning building, was prepared for what Billy had in store today.
The wind blew like smiling birds, making Hanna stressed.
As Hanna stepped outside and Billy came closer, she could see the frightened glint in his eye.
Billy gazed with the affection of 1811 selfish relieved rats. He said, in hushed tones, «I love you and I want love.»
Hanna looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the peculiar sandwich. «Billy, goodbye,» she replied.
They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two frail, flat flamingos running at a very ruthless graduation, which had jazz music playing in the background and two popular uncles crying to the beat.
Hanna regarded Billy’s tall hair and pale hands. «I feel the same way!» revealed Hanna with a delighted grin.
Billy looked sparkly, his emotions blushing like a ratty, ripe rocking chair.
Then Billy came inside for a nice cup of coffee.