She was gorgeous!
I saw her out of the corner of my eye and quickly stopped to take a second look and then another.
Brown eyes, pursed lips, pleasingly plump – she had it all. Her hair was brown and wonderfully streaked with a perfect palette of colours. I could only image how long her stylist spent getting it just right.
She moved quickly like she knew what she was about but somehow managed to do it all with style and grace. She was constantly on the move and at times her head seemed like it was on a swivel. It was hard to keep up!
She looked in my direction a couple of times and I smiled shyly. I enjoyed being in her presence and I only hoped she felt the same about me.
We carried on in that happy state for some time. She, busily darting about, and me, shamelessly staring. I honestly thought she was putting on a show just for me. This relationship was working.
Suddenly she looked up into my lens, her eyes widened with shock and she darted off into the bush.
I haven’t felt that rejected since high school. I started the truck and headed down the road, left only with beautiful memories and a few photos. I couldn’t help but wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently. It seemed like I hardly got to know her.