A love story

The green man flashes.

" Should I make a dash for it?"

I ran across the crossing. The car skidded on the tarmac.

The next day, while I was going back home, the "green man" flashes. I was tired, I let it go.

Today, I dash across the flickering green man, I bumped into a girl carrying groceries, I smirked.

I waited for the green man this time round and even slowed my steps just to make sure the green man flashes. Yes, it does. This time, a scowling uncle spit past me.

I am in love with a girl. Her name is Sheila. No, she does not carries groceries all the time but I love her so.

She carries her brilliant smile all time and is nice to everyone. She pretends to like my "Metallica" T-shirt and even smile at it.

One day, while going back- I professed my love to her. She pushed me away and ask me to never talk to her again.

Today, I sit in front of my laptop waiting my email inbox to flash. It doesn't. I have to do something.

I made a video to post online a humour show and got 600 hits, I am happy. I did it again, slapping myself several times and somehow gave me more "likes".

Now I message Sheila my new channel, she avoids me and I wore my favourite "Metallica" t-shirt to get her attention. She trembles. I decided to be more direct- I dropped her a note. She tore it up in front of me, right in front of everyone.

I was scared.

I just started work. I got my first pay cheque and I wanted to treat Maggie to dinner after it. I was scared. I don't like Bryan. He sticks too close to her.

Bryan pisses me off. I ran across the flickering "green man". I came back a different man. No one crosses me anymore.

This time pay time.

Now I wait for anyone running across the green man, and with a leering eyes. Never cross the "flickering green man".