This is just a fluff piece. Plotless, light, and fuzzy. Enjoy :)
Dismal Day
Chuck scooted into the booth opposite the pie maker. She pulled down her hood and laid both her scarf and mitts on the table.
"Hey, Ned." She said cheerfully to him.
"Hello..." said Ned. He stared absently out the large window. It had been such a dismal day, "Why are you so cheery?" he asked, "It's such a dismal day."
"I don't think so," she smiled at him, "What makes you think so?"
He glanced over at her and then back out to the rain streaked window, "Oh," he said, "I don't know. It certainly isn't the fact that it's raining."
"Of course not."
He glanced at her again. She sat with rosy cheeks, waiting for his answer. He looked back out the window,"No one comes to town on rainy days. No one enjoys coming to town when it rains."
"Is that why the day is so dreadful?"
"No," he said, "well, partly."
"What's the other half?"
"No one is in town to enjoy a pie on rainy days."
"Is that really it?" she asked.
"Yes," he looked back at her yet again, "No. I don't like the rain."
"And rain just ruins your day?"
"Yes."
She rose her eyebrows, "What did it ever do to you?"
"Rain," he said bitterly, "rain rains. That's all it ever does."
"Well you can't blame it for that."
"Why?"
"That is its job. Besides, April showers bring May flowers."
"I guess your bees like the rain?" He looked out the window again.
"No, " she said, "but they like the flowers."
"That's nice," said the pie maker.
"Close your eyes," Chuck said.
He looked at her, slightly surprised, "Why?"
"Close your eyes," she repeated. Somewhat reluctantly, he did as told, "What do you see?"
"My eyelids."
"Not literally. Use your imagination."
"My imagination is a little dusty."
"Dust it off," she suggested, "Well?"
He thought for a moment. All he could picture was a scarf: Chuck's scarf. He had no idea why. "I see a scarf: your scarf," He opened one eye, "I have no idea why."
"Your hopeless," Chuck sighed.
He opened his other eye, "Wait," he said as she started to stand. He closed his eyes again and she sat back down.
"I see you."
"You can open your eyes for that," she said. His imagination was dusty, but she liked what it saw, "Would seeing me make your day better?"
He grinned a little and opened his eyes, "Yes," he said, seeing Chuck. She took her mitts and scarf from the table. She put her mitts on and handed the scarf to the pie maker.
The pie maker accepted and hung it around his neck, then he took her gloved hands in his and smiled back her rosy smile,"Your scarf is warm," he said, "and fuzzy." It was also pink, but that wasn't his point.
He would not look back out the window for the rest of the day.
End.
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