Blueberry

Chelsea was bored. No-one was going to pick her up for two hours, She glanced in her full length mirror and viewed herself "2 hours picking this out and they are going to be late?" she moaned. She was wearing her dark brown hair short to just above her shoulders. Leaning back on her desk she smiles at her short tartan skirt and strappy white top, so close it looked like a slip or night shirt, accentuating her breasts, she pouted and stuck out a hip for effect. "Not bad" she muttered, as her hand bumped into something on her desk.

Candy was a beautiful woman. With a trim frame, elegant locks of black hair, dark eyes, and a strong, if angular, facial structure, she was not only every man’s ideal arm candy, she was also clever, witty, and knew how to read a person well. It helped when choosing dates or shooting down the stereotypical ideals of those who assumed that a girl could not be beautiful and intelligent.

As I tried to open the door to the local joke shop i found that it was locked. This was really weird for a thursday afternoon, the window bars werent even down yet so i knocked on the glass. A small elderly man walked out from the back with a disturbed look on his face. He opened the door and spoke.

"what do you want?!" he growled

"I wanted to come in and look around to find something but the door was locked..are you closed?" i asked.

His face contorted like he was sucking on a lemon

"well the door is locked isnt it?!" he asked angrily.