Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Once upon a time there was a girl. She could best be described as crumpled, which she didn’t mind. It was easier and more fun than being, (and being described as), neat, ironed, pressed. Who had time for that crap?!
Her favourite hobby was going to state fairs and having a ride on the flying fox zip lines that were always featured. She met some great people, and had such interesting conversations. But at the end of the ride they always worried about how they looked, which totally spoilt their enjoyment of the ride. But not her – she started crumpled and ended crumpled.
Every day she knew that one day she would meet someone who enjoyed these rides as much as her, who didn’t mind the crumpled effect at the end. She didn’t want happily ever after, didn’t believe in that fairytale crap. Her wish was to find someone to be with crumpled ever after – to have fun with, laugh with, cry with and be with.
Because of that she kept going to the state fairs. She knew this was her best way to find her Crumpled Charming, plus the fair food was to die for. And as she was eating outside she could make a mess, (as she usually did) and no-one, including her, had to clean it up. Basically her deal meal.
And because of that, the day she met her Crumpled Charming she had jam down her front, (not in a sexy way, more in a doughnut exploded way) and her mouth was crammed full of nougat (she’d had to cram the whole bar in to her mouth to free her hands for the flying fox). The over presence of nougat severely hampered her talking ability, (note to self, eat small bits of nougat in private, not massive bits of nougat in public). So many life lessons learned at the fair!
Until finally she managed to finish eating the nougat and started talking – he was too busy laughing at her nougat eating display to talk. He asked how the doughnut was, (so he’d noticed the jam down her front), and whether its flavour had clashed with the nougat? She was about to spit out a clever retort, (why couldn’t she think of one?) when the ride finished. And, joy of joys, he didn’t complain about how crumpled he was, but instead asked her to accompany him to the doughnut stand. That doughnut, and the resultant jam explosion, was the first of many in their crumpled ever after life together.