Memoir - Week 3
A sort of fuzzy greyness filled the pub space and overhead
the blonde a perfectly centred spotlight lit her presence. Sounds cut back to a
muffled hum as she headed my way.
Before I knew it, the blonde had walked past me and was
standing, slightly away, to my right with the other girl on her far side. The
blonde’s good looks aside, I sensed something deeper as a wave of familiarity
washed over my off-guard self. My brain didn’t realise it at the time, but my
heart knew something special had arrived when I hadn’t been seeking it.
Seconds later, I returned a little grin to Harry as I
shifted to my left – his eyebrows were raised indicating approval of the girl
who had just gained my interest.
Brains and hearts aside, there was another aspect that I
couldn’t ignore even if I’d tried really, really hard - she so obviously
descended from a fantastic line of buxom predecessors.
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