At First Sight

I believe in love at first sight, and I feel sometimes you have to just be open to whatever love is and let yourself fall.

Luke Kirby

Short Reads…

‘Do not lean against the door, it opens automatically.’

After reading the sign, Sandra loosened her shoulders and then took a deep breath. She scratched her nose, trying to get used to the strange smell which was spreading in the railway carriage. A disturbing noise reached her ears and then she gazed at an old woman eating chips in her seat further back in the railway carriage. She smiled at the woman and looked away.
Looking at her reflection in the glass of the busy door, she pushed her red hair from her flawless face—she wore no make-up to hide her beauty. A couple of seconds later, she noticed a handsome man with beautiful blue eyes who fixed them on her. Sandra, led by her curiosity, turned to look at the unknown man who, after that, started coming closer towards her. She tried to stay cool as the unknown, tall man with the well-shaped body and the nice haircut moved to the seat next to her. Without losing any time, she opened her bag and put on her sunglasses as her right hand was laid on her chest and her fingers started playing with the white buttons of her tiny, yellow shirt. She had no time to stay cool, she panicked.
Sandra seemed annoyed but, on the other hand, she felt something burning in her body. He might be the pleasant surprise she was waiting for since her breakdown after her divorce from a man clueless of emotions, especially love and passion. Ten months had already passed since the tragic event and she sent those memories away from her mind. Miranda, her therapist, once told her, “Focus on you, satisfy your needs and leave all the nasty thoughts out of your life”.
In the meantime, Sandra was able to see another woman staring at the handsome man and she felt a bit weird. Emotions she had forgotten started rising again. “She is around twenty while I am forty. She has nice, blonde hair, nice lips while I have nothing. What am I thinking? I have no chance!” she thought and stopped wishing.
A middle-aged mother with her two kids stood up from their seats and moved towards the door. The children were holding tight onto their mother and she seemed so proud of them. Every time she smiled, they seemed so happy. Sandra tried to release some space for the kids and their mother but after a bad trip she was found leaning towards the mysterious man. “I am so sorry!”