Breath on the Breeze

Mary was a simple woman, she didn't make a fuss, she hadn't had dreams of grandeur in her youth, all she ever really wanted was a good job, a nice home, and a man to call her own. That wasn't what she got. She had been tossed around her whole life from one boarding school to the next, never really fitting in anywhere. No one wanted to be her friend. It would be an understatement to say she was lonely. The only steady in her life was the loyalty of her little wire haired terrior Papercut, and the ocean.

Sipping coffee on the sand as the waves lapped at the shore, feeling the mist on her face on thsi crisp autumn morning would probably have been any girls dream, and she did appreciate it, but it was appreciated alone, aside from her four legged companion and a few seagulls littering the scenery. She closed her eyes and thought for a while about sharing this perfect scene with a man, noit just any man, but a man who could be her best friend, her last lover, and the father of her future children. But dreams are only meant to be dreams, and finding a man like that would be near impossible given her breath situation. She sighed, for what else can you do, when there is nothing in your future but loneliness, and "ass cheese, with a hint of shit" breath.