Fulfillment of a Whim Statement
Sharondipity, pt. 4
Open and vibrant airwaves send vibrations into your ears and you make out the motions of a woman twirling, her back to you.
Her hair is electric like a plasma sphere, striking out centripetally.
In awe and disbelief, you lean against the crusting layers of paint on the moulding of the doorway, and 3 quarters into her spinout, the girl you knew you’d see later is already walking your way with an unforgettable smile.