A Love Story
Ella and I were playing the board game Sorry on my front porch with the bright summer sun painting the street and the planks of the floor a luminous yellow. The sun seemed to brighten Ella's face, turning her brown eyes golden with black specks in them. As usual, I was winning, but Ella was a good sport and wasn't fussy about it. We had a pleasant conversation which made the game and the time spent together enjoyable.
After we finished the game, Ella exclaimed “I don't know how you always win! You must be cheating somehow.“ I quipped back in a joking manner, stating “Don't complain that I always kick your butt. It has nothing to do with cheating or luck. I am just good at it.” “Hmm, you were probably in jail, and are not telling me about it. Inmates play Sorry in jail all the time, don't they?” she questioned me, eyebrows raised.“How am I supposed to know?” I smiled deviously at her. “Maybe you were in jail?”
The slight breeze blew Ella‘s brown hair, and she couldn't manag ...