Fiction by Lost_Mind_Found_Bob

I find myself, stealing her features. Drifting in her deep brown eyes. Craving to read her lips, and comb her silky, brown hair with my fingertips. She's a tad worse for wear. Nothing that sleep won't fix. Yet, I wish to wipe, what little baggage she has, away with my thumbs. Hungry for information, my eyes listen to her actions. She oozes personality, while attending to many needs. I lose myself in the freshly baked nape of her neck and yearn to caress her kind hand gently with my lips. A blink and she's gone. I've lost her. I feel empty. Wanting only to absorb another short charge of her precious presence. She speaks and enlightens our confines. Elegant, almost angelic, body gestures escort her sweet speech. The plane touches down, the flight is past. Quickly I glance over my shoulder, and drink up her name tag. Elizabeth! Six hours, and all I got is her name. It's all I'll ever have. I get up, grab my carry on and leave. Strolling away I think about the vile job that I am here for. by Lost_Mind_Found_Bob

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