The Girl with the Polka Frock ...

His wrist watch signaled her expected arrival when it struck 2.
He would stare intermittently, constantly, at the dial and in the direction of the girl intensely with no care of the world around him.
His emotions overpowering his senses dissolved the feeling of scorching heat, hunger beat and waiting pang.
She finally arrived, with her polka dotted frock with beautiful bellies and flowing long hair with lily clutch holding her hair steady, a beautiful girl.
With hazel nut colored bag swinging in her hand, which was under strain by its weight, she stopped in front of him, and apologized, " I'm sorry daddy for making you wait".
His cheeks crinkled as he smiled; hugging her he was at peace.

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