So, this is a new style of writing for me but I truly enjoyed the effort. WARNING: while this post is based on a true story, I assure you all my marbles are securely stowed!
She was stunning. I have seen beautiful women in my time but none as striking as she was. And that is all I knew about her. I couldn’t tell you what made her so attractive. I saw her only for a millisecond before she disappeared down the airport escalator. After two failed attempts at the computerized kiosks I was standing in line with the rest of the technologically delayed passengers when I spotted her. I may not have seen her at all except I couldn’t take my eyes off of the family of 4 who battled with the luggage of a family of twenty. I was envisioning the scene my own family would make when departing for Africa when I was mysteriously distracted by the fleeting presence of this phantom beauty. I can tell you she had raven black hair and dark blood red stiletto heels. As to her face, what she wore or what she carried I can’t recall. Not that it mattered much as I would become increasingly familiar with her over the following 48 hours.
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