A Conversation Between Eyes
By Amian Bent
His eyes meet mine over the table, the soft brown of them twinkling with a hint of curiosity. My face heats up and I pick up my cup to hide it but I know the blush has painted my cheeks red already, giving me away certainly. When I look at him again, he’s grinning, dimples forming on his cheeks. I look away, heart beating hard. Butterflies play havoc in my stomach as I try to calm down. It works for a moment. But then, his hand reaches out and takes hold of mine. And, just like that, I’m undone again.
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Lovely simple effective piece of prose. The shortest of time that is the longest cherished. You must be pleased with that Amian.
This was a charming vignette, illustrating a sweet moment in time. It's a moment replayed in myriad bistros, parks and living rooms throughout the world. Good for you, Amian!