A quick trip to the “Land of Carpets” turned into an hours-long excursion—just about every style imaginable, one line after the other, up and down the warehouse.
Kneeling on the one, I shed actual tears. Hallelujah! “Here, quick, take my money, pronto.”
I still had to pick up some flowers, and I was desperately late already.
The wheels on my car spun into a high squeal. Living fast, I steered in my lover’s direction.
I found him touching the flame of the candlelight on the table. He looked bored, but his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me.