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July 30, 2009
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At First Sight by Haley A. (Sunsetsandsunrises)
Hello all, here is another piece, obviously inspired by the idea of love at first sight. I don’t know if I believe in it, but I was inspired by the idea and what it might feel like. This is just a quick little thing that I started a long time ago and just finished up a little and decided to post. I don’t know if I will do anything more with it. Let me know what you think, you can email me at storiestold@rocketmail.com please please please!
The woman had just forgotten who she was, where she was, and what she was doing there. This sudden amnesia was due to the fact that she had just fallen in love. She appeared to be somewhere very crowded. To her left there was a sleek silver and black metal contraption that appeared to go on forever in both directions and he was eventually able to identify this as a train.
The only thing she could remember now was the way he had followed her down the platform with one of her gloves in hand. It had fallen out of her sturdy black handbag as she hurried, head bent, to where she was going. He lightly tapped her on the shoulder and it sent a shocking sensation through her arm. She could still feel her fingers tingling. She was startled, so startled, by the sudden intrusion into her previously uninterrupted travel. In hindsight though she realized that it was the sudden avalanche of love that had startled her so with its crushing force. He had returned it to her with a smile, and had gone on his way. She had remained still, stunned by the quickening of her heart and the way she could no longer feel the ground beneath her feet, as the person responsible for this feeling walked away.
She was coming back into herself now; she could remember that she was at a train station. In front of her thousands of people, or so it seemed were running and milling about, but she only had eyes for the man a little ways down the platform. He was wearing a black hat, a black coat, and carried an umbrella in one hand and a leather briefcase in the other. Under the hat she could see his warm, glowing face and eyes that shined.
Then, she saw him boarding the train. Without worry she pulled her brocade coat tightly around her with one hand and grasped tighter the handles of her handbag with the other. She didn’t know exactly know what she was doing, but she knew she had to do something in acknowledgement of this feeling that had so suddenly gripped her. Her sensible black shoes slapped on the concrete and she reached the doors of the train just before they closed.
