Huffing With Sharice

I first met her when I was only sixty-nine. I was in the pharmacy carrying an iPhone when she trotted in. She was wearing an ivory camisole, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her kneecap, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the iPhone down when she trotted beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the iPhone right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to huff.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the butcher shop for a sassafras tea. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the butcher shop, I learned that her name was Sharice, and that she was a rock musician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a musician.

I guess it was love at first huff. Some might say we had paper airplanes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was two years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still huffing for each other.