Her smile spoke to me.
The shine of her essence spoke to me.
It was the way she held her book
as she read that sent a shiver
through my entity.
Her aura and vibration spoke to me.
The laughter and cheer in her voice
spoke to me.
Even her silence spoke to me.
It was a beautiful moment under
the fluorescent lighting.
Our story was flash fiction.
500 words.
No more.
No less.
Jose Armando Guzman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flash-fiction/
