Friday, 5 September 2014
Flash Fiction Friday
Stifling a yawn I wondered why I had me agreed to accompany Zara to the musical in the first place. For the last two hours I had fought to stay awake, out of courtesy to her, but felt I was fighting a losing battle, or at least I had been.
Suddenly the most handsome man I had ever seen appeared on stage and, seemingly, stared straight at me, his piercing eyes penetrating deep in to my soul. I was so transfixed by his beauty I didn't notice the look in Zara's eyes as she smiled, and nodded her head knowingly towards him.