He remembered how he felt the day he first laid eyes on her. He fell for her on the spot. Her shiny black curls cascading on her shoulders, she was wearing an empire white dress with large strokes of forest green paint printed on it. They formed abstract patterns reminiscent of spring and flowers.
She was beaming, positively radiant, yet she looked out of place. As if she did not belong in this office. She harbored a giant smile, yet she kept stroking her right arm with her left palm, while casting glances around. Shifting from one foot to the other, looking away when he met her gaze, and biting her lip.
She was the cutest thing, he had ever seen. Right there and then, he knew he wanted her to be his. He did not dare talk to her that day though. He was content with just exchanging glances and awkward smiles – flirting from afar. That was his idea of romance. Patiently waiting until the moment was just right. If he felt that way, there was no doubt in his mind that she was feeling the same.
It is 1500 words long, but well worth the read if you are into crime fiction and keen on jumping into a killer’s twisted mind.
Have a read and let me know what you think.
Featured image captured on my run, in Oze, France, on August 1st, 2016 with an iPhone 5C, HDR settings