A vignette

She’s lying on a beach blanket on her side next to her boyfriend, face-to-face.

When she sits up, I see her face and I have to stare a minute. I can’t look away until I make sense of her long dark hair, her deep sparkling eyes framed by arched eyebrows, her beautiful skin, darker than mine.

I could look at her face forever. I sneak glances, sidelong through my sunglasses until I think she’s noticed me. Then I turn away.


  1. Hubman says:

    You should smile at her and see what happens