During my sophomore year, I started to get a better feel of who I was as a writer. I learned how to bring in really great images into my pieces, but to keep things simple at the same time. The following piece is a short story I wrote. I concentrated on imagery and keeping things strong with description, but there was still some trouble with grammatical errors in the original draft.
A Mysterious Encounter
A lingering glance between two strangeres across the room: was it love at first sight or something else? Her soft smile spoke a thousand words: the gleam in his eyes, the answer. She sat at a table alone, serenely taking in the atmosphere of the lounge, as she watched and listened to those around her: a woman laughing uproariously, the tinkling of crystal champagne glasses over a toast. But he didn't notice any of it as multiple thoughts in his head started to collide: "Who was she? Was she waiting for someone? Of course there had to be a someone. He would probably be some tall, suave, clean-shaven man with the type of steely eyes that could pierce through to your very core. But if there wasn't?..." It was like a moment that had stopped time, a fork in the road froze his thoughts: to ask for a dance, or just let her slip through his fingers and get over it.
With a spark of curiosity, she watched the man as he approached her. She could be careful and ignore him, or she could be carefree and take a risk. The decision of a medium between the two was made, and just in time, as he arrogantly took a seat across from her without asking. Was it arrogance, or just the need to be closer to her? She didn't have time for his mind games, but she liked to play them anyway. An awkward silence fell upon them as they both tried to figure out what they were going to say. She fingered the tablecloth as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Suddenly, a soft jazz song began to play, and the two strangers realized it was one of those moments that couldn't be filled with words or ploys. There was only one thing to do: dance. As they both stood up, his green eyes flickered as she graciously took his extended hand. She was flooded over with comfort as she realized holding his hand was kind of like holding her father's: warm and strong, never letting her down.
They walked cautiously to a corner of the dance floor, both making sure not to make an embarassing stumble. He placed his hand respectfully on the small of her back as she carefully placed hers on his shoulder. The warmth of their holding hands felt like electricity running through them. For a few moments, neither knew exactly where they should look until they locked eyes; their stare never strayed from then on.
No one knew of the things to come. They were both at the advantage of knowing absolutely nothing about the person whom they were with. They could go on like this, having chance meetings, or they could end up never seeing each other again. But whatever happened, they'd always have that one night, that one song, that one moment in time when things seemed to make sense without any complications at all.
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