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The Accidental Date

It was time to leave and I wasn’t sure what to do or say, or how to act. I’d spent all day with her almost by accident. Never before had I run into an acquaintance by happenstance and have it turn so quickly into an impromptu date.

I paid for the drinks and we sat down next to the front window of the coffee shop. The bright, hot sun of the early afternoon shone on the seat opposite her like a magnifying glass zeroing in on a picnic-invading ant. Despite the glare from the light, I got my first real look at her features and was delighted by her. Short, dark hair framed her face around a pair of black glasses that framed her deep, dark eyes. Every so often they would catch a reflection in the window and would glow warm and with a quiet ease. She grinned slyly and off to one side the entire time we spoke. The word to describe her, the one I’m looking for is “enchanting.”


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The collection contains 11 other stories from me, Bryan Young.






Comments

Al 7ur said…
I like this short story. It's simple and makes you wonder were its heading.
3:24 PM
SceneSerene said…
Awww the cliff hanger. i wanted to know more, but I guess it served it's purpose.
4:58 PM
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