This is just one of the many short stories that i have written. Bored? Read one of my EXTRA SHORT stories. Feedback is always nice.
She sat in the lunchroom cafeteria, twirling a thin strand of her light blonde hair with her index finger.
She had her target set and locked on him, as he went on with his conversations with his friends.
He had a name, but she didn't know it - neither did all of her friends, which made him all the more mysterious.
The night before she had dreamt of him.
Nothing big, just a small conversation at a little French cafe in Paris.
She slowly closed her eyes as she reminisced.
Her almost gold like locks, blowing the in crisp French breeze.
His astonishing light brown eyes, glisten over at her.
"mmm..." she cooed as she reopened her eyes.
To her shock, he was gone.
He had left the table he was sitting in.
She looked left, and then right. Gone.
She let out a small sigh as her hand slowly fell down from her hair and to the cafeteria table.
