She stands,
Slightly slouched,
Hair shining from brushstrokes,
Slight sparkles where the sun
Baked in flyaway ends, stirred by the breeze.
She smiles,
Wryly, one-sided.
A thought crosses her mind
And the lips press together
Making her dimples appear just for a moment.
She turns,
On one heel,
And strides away from him,
Not knowing the effect she has had
On his quick-beating heart, now subsiding.
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