Wednesday, March 19, 2014

100 Words a Day 581

A creak drew my gaze to the top of the staircase. Standing there was a girl whose beauty struck me like a lightning bolt. When she descended, it was as though she was a seraphim descending from heaven, her hair floating about her like six fiery wings.

I made my way towards the drink table at the base of the stairs, desperately searching for an excuse to talk to the radiant girl. I arrived when she was a few steps away from the floor. I looked into her eyes. They were blue; their icy color cut me to my soul.

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