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Crystal
I was perusing the long, illustrious aisles of Cost Plus one fine day when I saw her. Crystal. Her body was like an hourglass! She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I knew she was mine. I took her home that day and treated her to a drink. Her slim body resembled the trunk of a tree, coming to a graceful foot on the bottom and a top that seemed to be in full bloom. She was light, and easy to hold, and when our lips met, it was like the richest and sweetest of wines.
However, my luck soon changed. I found myself in a hurry one day, with Crystal sitting on the table next to me. I was careless, and I didn't watch what I was doing with my hands. Suddenly, I reached out to grab something, felt my hand strike her - and time seemed to slow to a crawl. I saw her fall... slowly, agonizingly slow, the light shimmering around her like the rays of Heaven about to claim her soul. And I slowly came to the realization that my dreams were shattered.
Crystal had never been too sharp, but the pain that followed this tragedy was like a knife, cutting deep. It's never been clear to me why this had to happen. It took me weeks to pick up the pieces and get on with my life. And I've never found anyone like her.
- Matt Kellner, Creative Writing Class, April 28, 1995
(Just to clarify: The object of my affection in this assignment was a wine glass.)
