The boy

The Ragtag Daily Prompt for this Halloween day is gruesome.

Spooooky!

My mind went in a less spooky direction.

The boy

Once upon a time there was a boy who had a very secret crush on a girl. The girl had shoulder length hair the color of butterscotch and amber-colored eyes. The boy wanted to talk to the girl, to say hello, but the boy’s fear was strong, and it kept him from talking to the girl. And the girl, as pretty as she is, the boy said to himself, had no reason to talk to him.

Even though the boy was young, he was old enough to know that what he felt in his stomach when he looked at the girl was something uncommon and something very special.

Yes, the boy wanted to talk to the girl, but just the thought of walking up to her at school gave him a much different feeling in his stomach and this was a bad feeling that chased the uncommon and special feelings away. This feeling, this bad feeling, sometimes made the boy want to cry.

If you asked the boy, he wouldn’t be able to tell you what happened, or why it happened on this particular day, but for whatever reason the boy shut his school locker with a little more force than usual and turned and faced the girl at the end of the hall. She was standing with two friends and laughing, and as the boy watched the girl, once again taken in by the glow of beauty that surrounded her, something beautiful happened. At that moment in time, for whatever reason, some never-before used electrical circuit between the boy’s heart and the boy’s brain triggered into action and the boy responded by taking a deep breath. Then, almost as if by magic, the boy suddenly gruesome. The boy squared his shoulders and with stars in his eyes and a song in his heart and something that looked very much like confidence, walked down the hall toward the girl. The boy stopped in front of the girl. The boy didn’t pay attention to the surprised look on the girl’s, or the girl’s friends, face. The boy just smiled. And the boy said, “Hi”.