She Lingered
First, he saw her silhouette in front of the window and then she stepped into the light.... The light shone just right off of her left collarbone, an illumination that took his breath away. He sucked it in quickly as he involuntarily turned towards her. He seemed to have lost all control of his body. He was on autopilot. She turned three-quarters to him and glanced down where he could make out her perfect profile like a snapshot in time. Her dress was long and black. The short train trailed a bit behind her while the front was shorted revealing long, shapely legs and perfectly chiseled ankles that sat atop her feet cradled in expensive, designer heels. She walked as elegantly as a Gazelle ran. There was no touching the floor. You could not detect the footsteps, just a gentle glide across the floor. She seemed to be the only one moving in the room among others paused in time. The moment was interdimensional. Time stopped. As she passed, he could see the intricate woven desig