The Prompt - Fleeting

The Dancer

 

 

Glimpsed through the window of a Central Line tube train,
He leant against the tiled walls of the platform.

Loose and lean, he could only be a dancer.

Casually attired in jeans, t-shirt and a draped sweater,

He oozed confidence.

 

A froth of dark hair fell across his brow.

He pushed it away from his eyes, which were caramel soft.

He had cheekbones that make women go weak at the knees,

David Gandy sharp, outlining his impossibly handsome face,

With a playful smile on his lips.

 

I stared at him as the train idled at the station,

Secure in the knowledge that he couldn't see me watching.

I imagined him stretching his long limbs in a dance studio,

Preparing to rehearse his latest movements,

Lifting and twirling some beautiful, slender girl.

 

A lovely day-dream for a Friday morning as I headed off to visit a friend.

I looked forward to telling her all about the beautiful dancer.

Then his eyes met mine through the slightly grubby window,

A fleeting moment of connection that made my heart lurch.

He grinned at me and I dropped my eyes, a flush warming my cheeks.