StrUCK

So I was chillin around one of those old waterholes I used to visit in this vast desert of World Wide Communication when suddenly a pretty girl with long dark hair approaches me. She eyes me up, doesn't say anything at first but then suddenly she opens her mouth and she asks in the sweetest voice I have ever imagined. "Wait? Aren't you the Struck whose blog I read from time to time?". Amazed and in disbelief I revert to the insecurity any unknown writer would succumb to "Can't be me." I say and she quotes the text from my blog. I found her. My #1 fan.  I smiled at her...like this...