Writer's Ezine Volume XVIII : September 2015 Issue

hastily to the counter to return it to the old man. But there she was sitting at the very desk where uncle used to sit for hours jotting down names on the register.

I suddenly came to an abrupt halt thinking twice now if I should approach her and ask something. Then I mustered enough courage and walked towards the counter barely shedding my inhibitions. I glanced at her closely and was mesmerized by her beauty.

She had blue doe-shaped eyes with a face that was rotund to just about perfect with a skin texture that was creamy and without any blemish. Her hair was like the black wisps of the night and with her bluish dress she looked like a mermaid. I quickly glanced at myself on the glass of the counter.

With completely disheveled hair I looked completely from some other planet. But mustering enough courage I asked," Where is