The Woman I Never Met

100 words

I walked towards the door as a woman turned. Her eyes meeting mine. They were a light green and I stood so close I could see the crevices of her iris and feel her breath upon my neck. Silence ensued for a moment and the incessant chatter of the bar returned. A friend pulled upon my arm as another pulled upon hers. She smiled as she fleeted into the crowd; her black hair framing her enchantment. Sooner than I could imagine the doors of the bar shut in front of me; leaving me lonely without the woman I never met.

Reviews

[bbb]

I really like this one. I think this one should be a contest winner, great job!

[thedaydreamer]

Very cool write. Loved it in every way.

:)

[J.R D'asti]

This is excellent for working with what you have. A lot of description in so few words. Definitely a contender.

[Samuel Dickens]

I remember moments like that many years ago when I was single and longing for a mate. I'd see faces in crowds and think "Maybe she's the one. If only we could meet." You captured that phenomena perfectly.

[Aynsley]

Aww, that's really sad and sweet.
You are a good writer. I enjoyed reading this. Add me as a friend? (: