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Last Chance

Skinny arms drew back the bowstring with strength that belied their weak appearance. The golden bow and red-fletched arrow didn't waver a millimeter as Clarence took careful aim. He was here, and she was here – now was Clarence's moment. The bowstring twanged – the missile flying straight and true. Clarence smiled, watching her face for the telltale signs of love blooming within her heart. Unfortunately, her expression was something quite the opposite. Thinking it must be an optical illusion caused by his nose getting in the way again, Clarence turned his head slightly. Not only did trying to refocus his cross-eyed gaze not improve the situation, it also made his head hurt badly. With a disgusted squeal, Andra lurched into the wall and swung her purse at the dog grasping her leg. “Oh my god, get off me!” The crowd on the street began to back away, many breaking out into laughter. Not a soul moved to help her, although quite a few people paused to watch. Clarence’s mouth fell open, and his eyes slowly lowered to the offending animal. Sure enough, protruding from its hindquarters was his arrow. “Oh, bugger,” he muttered, fumbling over his shoulder for another arrow. Andra continued to jerk away from the black and white dog, swinging her purse. Finally, she landed a solid blow right on the moon-shaped patch of white fur over the canine’s right eye. The animal yelped and scurried away from her. Almost immediately, the dog found another leg with which to amuse itself. When the ...

... amorous animal approached Alan as he exited the chocolate shop, he put his hand on the mutt’s head, preventing it from wrapping its paws around him. “Whoa, boy. I think you’re a little confused.” Looking up at the retreating redhead, he thought, You’ve got good taste, though. Damn, she’s beautiful. Too slow again, Al. Story of my life – missed another chance to play knight in shining armor to meet a beautiful woman. Clarence finally managed to draw another arrow, but as he nocked it and turned back toward Andra, he found that she was no longer where he expected her to be. Quickly scanning the crowd with his cross-eyed gaze, he muttered, “No, no, no, no... You can’t be gone. I’m going to be in so much trouble.” A flash of red hair on the next block revealed Andra’s location, and Clarence sped off after her as fast as his wings could carry him. Invisible and intangible to the people around him, he hurtled over their heads, keeping bow and arrow both in hand. Unfortunately, he wasn’t intangible to the world, most notably the awning that he misjudged in his skewed vision. Caught in the chest by the awning, Clarence’s momentum carried him forward, tumbling head over heels. With a painful smack, he hit a light pole, and slid slowly down to the sidewalk. If anyone could have seen him, the onlooker surely would have expected to see birds circling over his head after the cartoon-like misadventure. None could, though, and so they passed by – and even through him – without a single glance. ...