Am I seeing what I think I am seeing? I rub my eyes and looked again, but you are still there. That aura. That glow. That luminosity.
What is it that makes you appear that way? Is it an optical illusion? Are my contact lenses dirty? Is it sun spots?
I am mesmerized by your incandescence, by your radiance, by your intensity. I must find out. I need to know how you achieve such effulgence.
I call out. You stop and turn towards me. Your Mona Lisa smile is nothing short of brilliant. I start walking in your direction. Slowly at first. Then more briskly.
I see your friend say something to you and you turn around, open your umbrella even though it’s not raining, and start to walk away.
“Wait!” I call out. Once again, you stop. You turn and smile. I run to you. I’m almost breathless when I reach you. “You’re absolutely glowing,” I say.
“You’re absolutely dreaming. Wake up,” you say.
And fade to black.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Michelle De Angelis.