Transfixed (Original Short Story)
Transfixed : Of Chartreuse gowns and Baby Blue sneakers I was just biding my time, ready to go wherever I may go when I overheard that the one who would win me this year would have to be the best of the best. Nestled away safely, I observed the likes of whom tried out for the opportunity and saw many hopefuls. The majority were nothing different from what I've seen all these years- the same skinny limbs, the same overly styled hair, the same sky-high heels. Then I saw her. Right from then, I was transfixed. Her simple yet elegant mahogany locks swaying with her every movement. Her oval face and deep brown eyes on the edge of amber. Her simple mannerisms. She stood out from everyone else, her baby blue sneakers peeking out of the crowd like a lone rose in a sea of thorns. Many stayed away from her, walking away in their stilettos and platforms and gowns, while she stayed put. She waited patiently for her turn, digging her hand into the pockets of her ebony jeans and nervousl...