This story is written in response to feltbuzz's 50 word story prompt, book
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When she dropped the book I saw my opening. Six weeks I had waited to speak, but did not dare.
“You dropped this,” I stammered, in a faltering approach.
She turned and fixed those fiery blue eyes on me.
“Finally,” she teased. “We meet”.
And so we did.
The prompt may be found here.
