
I’m the practical, pragmatic sort, and the idea of pursuing, much less experiencing, magic was totally foreign to me.
And then it happened, this serendipitous moment when I stepped into the elevator and saw you standing there, the only other passenger in the car.
It took me by surprise, this feeling that suddenly came over me, when I looked at you and watched your face shift from expressionless to a warm, demure smile as our eyes locked, and I knew that you were pure magic.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Karly Santiago.