Our eyes met through the glass, a chance that may never come again.
For one short moment we connected. Then just as quickly, she was gone—a graceful, young fawn.
I look for her on clear nights and wonder if she looks for me while eating apples under my tree.
Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.
Awesomely sweet story (and nice misdirection). Well done!
Is this a reference to drinking Babycham?
Sorry, I must be dense. I didn’t get the glass reference.
Anyone want to explain it to me?