Chance Encounter
written by: Nancy Richy
@shewrites51
Waves of glorious flaxen hair rippled down her back, swaying and bouncing with every high-heeled, leggy stride she took.
Never one to shy away from attention, especially that of the male population, she confidently waltzed down Fifth Avenue toward Saks, stunning in red Manolo’s and a parchment white dress.
Admiring looks didn’t intimidate her; quite the contrary. They titillated her, challenged her to be more daring, and quite a bit risqué. It was all a game and she loved to play.
As she strolled the avenue, stopping to look in this window or that one, she noticed the reflection of a man leaning drowsily against a parked car. Accustomed to men looking her way, she thought nothing of it at first but found herself glancing at the reflection once again. Sliding her Ray Bans a little down her nose, she gave this mystery man’s image a furtive peek. Intriguing.
Repositioning her glasses, she continued window shopping, collecting all the longing glances cast her way and storing them in her bag like so many colorful Easter eggs. Every so often she’d linger at a quaint little shop or gallery, acutely aware of her mystery man shadowing her along the way. Now this is getting interesting. Slowly she removed her shades and gave his reflection a long look.
Why not? Slipping her sunglasses on, she turned around to a vision that caught her breath … from head to toe the epitome of elegance and charm. Black hair, tanned skin, charcoal grey pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt, black and silver Art Deco tie, and Italian shoes … not black but the exact color of his suit. Nice touch.
She smiled. He smiled. She turned slightly, continuing on her way, no longer with a mysterious shadow – now with a companion to wherever.
Every man wanted her. Every man wanted to be him.
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