We had a morning meet-up at Granville Island, thanks to Lea, who knows the coolest things. I was there early, so I went to get coffee at the Railspur cafe, but there was a huge line-up. I decided to skip the coffee and do my groceries instead - a fateful decision, as it turned out. I bought my cucumber, tomato, bun and tofu salami-substitute. I usually like the smells in the market, but today, caffeine-less, none appealed. Even a super cute stranger passing by didn't inspire me. I decided to head home and make a sandwich. When I got there, the misery of my loneliness grew, until, despondent, I headed to a nearby park and threw myself off a cliff into the ocean. At the last moment, a remarkable delegation of geese, pigeons and crows picked me up and carried me off, leaving me one last glimpse of the lovely hair of the stranger.
Wait, no, that's not how it was meant to end. I didn't actually throw myself off the cliff, or even go home to make a sandwich. I decided to find true love and went searching the island for the stranger, super cute as she was. I even went so far as to look in Woofles, the pet treat bakery. Alas, the gods of romantic love chose to punish me for perceived past transgressions, and covered me in avian effluvia before I encountered the object of my ardour. She disappeared. Resigned to my misery, I decided to flee the island - running right across a busy street. Remarkably though I went right over the cars, becoming lighter and lighter as I ran, until finally I literally flew home.
~ The End ~
Choose your adventure(s) story courtesy of Active Fiction (http://activefictionproject.com/), at locations around Granville Island during the Vancouver Writer's Festival.