The EncounterA Story by M.E.Lyle"What was it about her that drew me to her."The Short Encounter
She was just an ordinary girl, plain and simple. Certainly not a girl to write home to your mom about. And yet, there was something about her, something that drew me to her like a fly to a fly trap. What was it about her that mesmerized me so? She was a checker at the local grocery market making minimum wages and putting in long hours. She wore a name tag that read Rachel. I stared at her studying all the features of her face. The color of her eyes, the shape of her lips, her hair, nothing escaped my sight. My purchases had already gone through the scanning process and I had already paid for my items, and yet I remained at the counter looking at her. "What are you looking at Mr." she asked. I think I sort of heard her question, but didn't respond. My mind was temporarily occupied by her vision. Why was I so fascinated by her? She was certainly no great beauty. Her face was not one to launch a thousand ships. What was it? She reached out and shook my arm, "Mr. are you alright?" I woke from my trance, "Um, yeah, I'm fine." She looked at me and nodded, "What were you looking at that had you so enthralled?" I looked up and behind her was a poster that read, "Apples, Two for one dollar." I pointed to it and said, "That." She turned and looked, "Oh yeah, the apples. That's a really good deal for this time of year. You wanna' get a couple?" "Nah," I replied, "maybe next time." We appeared to be about the same age. I checked her left hand to see if there was a wedding band or anything. There wasn't. That was a good sign I thought. Picking up my things I looked at her and said, "Welp, see ya next time." She smiled and replied, "Yep, next time."
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2 Reviews Added on February 18, 2019 Last Updated on February 18, 2019 AuthorM.E.LyleWills Point, TXAboutSo now I am 34 plus 40. Use the old math...it's easier. I'm an old guy who writes silly stories containing much too much dialogue. I can't help it, I just get stuck. I ride my bike trainer, our r.. more..Writing
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