°•☆•” As they walked on the sunny side of Columbia Road, Peter turned quiet. It was Easter Sunday and the streets were almost empty. Andy saw the old beetle parked in line and all of a sudden, he remembered. “Hey, are you still thinking about Jane at times?”, he asked.
“I do actually”, Peter replied. “In fact, there’s hardly any day that I don’t think about Jane.”
“I wonder if she’s still living round here…”
“It’s her car over there- she must still be living here… I haven’t seen her ever since we split up…”
Hours later there was a note on the windscreen of the very same beetle the boys had passed. Jane was just on her way to the corner shop when she saw it flickering in the wind.
“Hi Jane, Pete is still in love with u – give him a call if you care. Andy” Jane felt like being hit by a car. She scrunched up the paper in her pocket and looked over her shoulders – no one.
Walking on, all of a sudden, she smelled spring and cheery blossoms and the seaside. She took a deep breath. Everything looked beautiful like in a picture book. “Thanks, God,” she thought and smiled.”
-from “Another day with Jane” •°☆•
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