A Description

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A description of a girl who I talked to for just a second.

She was tall and slender. Looking at me with inquisitive eyes that seemed to stare directly at me, not just me though. In all my time on Earth this moment confirmed the idea of a duality in man, the body and the mind, the body and the spirit because she saw far deeper into me than just my eyes. It felt far different than just a visual cortex sending electrical signals, it felt like there was a deeper part of me that she understood. Her skin was softly pale, like silk, yet there was a hue of rose in her cheeks. The enlglish rose stood before me in perfect personification, the embodiment of romantic poetry held me with her eyes. There was no makeup, this I could tell and her lips were not red or seductive. Slender and elegant her lips composed her face, soft and inviting. The nose of this girl was slight, small, gracefull as if sculpted and placed there with as much care as could be given. Everything about her seemed elegant and pure.

As she lifted her phone, a modern realisation that this was not Helena and I was standing in 2013, was lifted by her arm and it was in her hand, this is all very obvious and silly to remark on but if you had seen the way she used her movements so gracefully you too would be writing it down. "I'll go and find them", she said, I do not remember what I said and she also never returned. I often think back to the moment I saw her standing there, with those eyes so brown they seemed almost black, almost capable of drawing me in closer. Closer. Closer.

But she is gone.


Submitted: February 13, 2013

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