From my window seat on the train, I beheld the wild hurricane outside streaming like purple pearls in a passionate molten outburst. I gasped, enraptured at this wild beauty. Someone tapped my shoulder. It was a man holding a sheet of paper.
"I've a sketch for you, miss."
"For me?"
"Yes. I couldn't help capturing the misty passion in your beautiful eyes as you mirrored that storm in your silky sari!"
"Thanks!" I gushed, awestruck at that sketch and the intimate fire in our locked eyes.
That portrait's lasted with passionate memories though we never met again!
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Dear friends, here’s a little story I’d like to share that I wrote, a little 100 word vignette set in a train! Hope you like it! ?