A Happy Ending

Full stop was tired of being the party pooper. Whenever she turned up everything would come to a complete halt.

It was time to try something new.



She applied to become the top half of a semicolon. This was better—when she and her partner arrived, there would be a pause but then things would get going again. However, full stop wanted to be more involved. She wanted excitement!



And so she ran away to the mathematical circus.

She learnt how to hang underneath the obelus (÷), she learnt how to smile while posing gracefully at the apex of the therefore sign (∴) and she learnt how to balance at the very top of the vertical ellipsis (⋮).

But unfortunately the numbers didn’t add up, and she was let go again.



It was back to being a full stop. She looked around and did manage to find a very nice sentence.

She’s so entranced by her ruby rings all the time.

But he already had his ending.



They kept in touch though, and one day he popped the question.

“Ow!” said the question, and stalked off.

Full stop frowned. “What was all that about?”

“Sorry,” said the sentence, “I’m a little nervous.” He gulped. “I’ve got to tell you something: I’m not a sentence. I’m… a short paragraph.”

“Oh,” said full stop. The she smiled. “I must admit I had suspected.”

The short paragraph knelt. “So, would you do me the honour of becoming my second full stop?”

“Of course I will!” said full stop.



And they were united and declared… well, two:

She’s so entranced by her. Ruby rings all the time.

“Thank you,” said the paragraph to full stop. “You’ve given my existence new meaning.”