The tram came to a halt as the influx of excursionists and passengers pullulated the cabin. The antsy inrush stymied the progress of the cable car. I was lotus in the third tier in a fracas between the aisle and the jalouise. The alfresco tableau was thwarted by her.
She was in her late twenties. Argent, she was comely and hypnotizing and had flaxen hair which rippled down as a cascade; and sapphire eyes which sheathed a plethora of enigmas that I coveted to unravel. She wore a beige sarong with a turquoise tint bodice swaddled underneath a burlywood tinted parka. She boarded everyday at the same junction for me to catch a glimpse of her. Everyday after returning to my condo, I would sketch her portrait inside my mind.
It has been a long epoch since I last saw her and fell in love with her bis, silently exalting how alluring she was. Since that last brief meet, my sojourn voyages have been solitary mundanes.
All I wish is one more odyssey with her.
*written in response to FFfAW Challenge-Week of May 30, 2017. Genre- Flash Fiction. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan for the photo prompt!*