She !

Mystery Lady

She !

She was like the first snowdrop of spring

The brightest flower in a bouquet

You could pick her out from a crowd

It was impossible to miss her

 

Her eyes met mine

I looked away

Embarrassed in case she was watching me

I looked back

 

She was till looking my way
Our eyes met

She smiled

I smiled back

 

I tried to get through to her

She had moved

Someone had taken her away

Where was she gone

 

I had to find her

Meet her again

Find out more

Who was she

 

 

Reviews

[augustus]

My earliest memories as a teenager was to follow a petite blonde girl with big breasts and proud n*****s, with my eyes. She was fabulous and I fancied her rotten! I even had an erection! But, it wasn't to be! She had a boy friend with her!

[Wild Rose]

Yes > Thought it would always be like that

[Cherrie Palmer]

This could be a open to a short story. I picture the narrator sitting at a bar recalling this event to a listener.

[Wild Rose]

Thank you > If you read my reply to tashin's comment I was searching for a follow up (or two)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Leave her a mystery like finding Waldo :) with her just out of reach. Until the end. At that point your imagination will have created a real character.

[¿]

Someone really breathtaking and glorious she is as per your writing I felt!!
Amazingly shared and I love the image too...thanks for sharing☺

[Wild Rose]

Thank you > Who is she ?? I have to work that out yet
Thing is do I make the story last ?
read moreThank you > Who is she ?? I have to work that out yet
Thing is do I make the story last ?
How far do I take it ?
Looking/thinking for answers

[¿]

I think let it be in suspense...!!
You're heartedly welcome dear☺