Pretty

He looks at her over his coffee cup.She was pretty,he decided-In a quirky way that suggested intelligence and a spark of humour. #130story

They reached a point where the path met the river. Jay handed the bars over. 'What use are standard restaurant nutrient bars?'
#130story

On the river path, transfixed by the shimmering cascade, Paul reaches for his notebook and writes:

Weir
So pretty
Oh so pretty
#130story

An opening gambit of 'Who's a pretty boy then?'
Drew budgie mirth in her reply 'Philistines, shut us in a cage, is my beak blue?'
#130story

I'm pretty damned tired.
Aways tired. But always ready.
Sometimes damned. Sometimes praised.
Never pretty. Occasionally beautiful.
#130story

Jay rummaged in her bag. 'Yes, I only have 2 bars, they're pretty tasteless. All supplies were destroyed not long before I left #130story