by Annika Lampikoski
He stood at the candy shelf in the local superstore, and couldn't decide which chocolate bar he'd like. He didn't
fancy dark chocolate, so all those ones were off the list. But he liked peanuts, and he liked caramel
Oh, it was so hard; nothing was exactly what he wanted! She stood by the same candy shelf as the boy did, and
had the same kind of problems herself. There were so many chocolate bars to choose from
He decided to take a caramel-peanut-chocolate one, but as he tried to grab it, he felt a hand instead of a
chocolate bar! He startled, and noticed a cute girl beside him. Apparently it was her hand he'd grabbed.
"I'm sorry," he said and blushed. "It doesn't matter," she said and looked at him with a little smile on her face.
"Having problems, eh?" she asked and grinned. "Yeah, kinda", he answered, and looked at his feet.
This was the first time ever he had touched a girl's hand that was as soft as this one. His knees felt like
spaghetti and he had troubles to not fall on his nose. " Oh well, I gotta go," she said and grabbed a
chocolate bar with her left hand. The other one she gave to the boy. "Wanna come with me?"
"Uh, of course," he said, and took her hand.
"Don't forget your chocolate bar!" she said to him as they left the candy shelf.
"Ah, it's not important anymore," he said, and blushed.
by Alexis Tanner
The little girl
With her hands
Fluttering in his face
But Daddy didn't know,
What it was she said.
Maybe he did care..
Give him the benefit
Of the doubt..
But he didn't learn,
The language of her hands.
She would stutter,
And she would yell
The silence of her story,
Like muted songbirds,
Were wasted on him,