There was nothing particular about her. Her hair was short, black, it curled against her pale cheeks as if to caress them. Her nose was almost always buried in a book. The first few times I watched her, I almost thought I was wrong. _It's a dream._ I told myself, closing my eyes. It was as if I'd found a brilliant flower growing among dry, brittle grass. Everyday at ten o'clock, I'd walk into the bookstore where she'd be curled up in a chair, smiling sweetly about something she'd read. But, today, she looked at me. Her eyes shone with intense curiousity when she smiled. &quot;How do you do?&quot; She asked in that unforgettable manner. My words stuck to my tongue before I could answer. My eyes drifted to the page she held. &quot;The Mona Lisa,&quot; I whispered. &quot;Yes, it's in shades of grey, though. Isn't grey a beautiful color?&quot; 2008-04-16T02:44:04Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/27694 <p>I think we&#8217;ll mark this down under &#8220;Great Minds Think Alike&#8221;. I was debating on doing a sequel to this, and this is very much like what I had in mind. Wonderful job! Thank you!<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27694?basename=56788 2008-04-16T02:44:04Z Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus) http://ficlets.com/authors/capital_w_writer <p>I really liked this. I could really feel his emotions and his thought.</p> <p>The only thing that might have enhanced this though, is if you described more about her color, like her eyes, or lips, or some other feature.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27694?basename=56722 2008-04-15T22:45:53Z [ wall.doll ] http://ficlets.com/authors/mimi_dreams