Euphorically Skipping Across the Grassy Fields

            It was a pretty nice, warmer than usual, mellow winter’s day and Robert was getting ready to go to the prom. He was all packed up and dressed to near perfection.

            Robert left his house around noon. It was an exciting day and he just wouldn’t stop smiling. On his way to school, where the prom takes place, Robert picked me up and we were off. I was his trusty cameraman whose date was at home with the chickenpox, of all days, huh?

            Since it was such a beautiful day, we took the scenic route through the park. On our way to the “Coming of Age” dance, Robert stumbled across a tiny sewing machine that was casually sitting there on the grass. It was slightly dented but looked as if it worked. At that moment, he remembered his grandma needed one but was too old and senile to be trusted with one. Because he loves his granny so much, he took it regardless of the condition it was in; not every day do you find tailoring items on the ground.

            So we were off again, skipping across the grassy fields, not a worry in sight. Just as we were about to leave, we saw a van carrying mail half-submerged down by the river with the driver standing groggily on the edge of the bank being interrogated by the fuzz. We were flabbergasted and enthralled by how random this day was. Since Rob was holding a possibly obsolete piece of machinery in his hand with a huge smile on his already joyful face, and my date had the chickenpox, we both agreed to take a photo of Robert standing in front of the crash site. And so we did. Our journey continued and we skipped and giggled euphorically together in unison across the grassy, flowery fields.

- Martin