Amongst a sea of people, there was no missing her.
Even with a million faces, she stood out. A bob of golden wavy hair, that flew all around her face with every step she took.
The more she waved it in place, the more it flew. The deep-sea blue eyes glowing in her face, her laughter, coming in all the way from her belly reverberating through the din of all the chitter chatter all around. If there were fairies, she was one.
I see her every day. And my heart stops a beat.
And starts. Everyday.
All the way.
The other version of the same image: Fearful Nights.
Part of Friday Fictioneers. On the spur writing takes this to new levels.
100 Words or less Short story.
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