Author’s Note: This was the opening to a short story I wrote. In the end, however, I chose not to use it.
They effervesced. I can’t put it any other way. Her eyes didn’t just sparkle, they were alive with a million billion possibilities all positive, all a delight. She saw the good and never the bad, the light and never the dark. She radiated hope where there was none, her eyes glinting promises. Better than I deserved, she was everything a woman could’ve been and more. I called her my angel. Now, I’m hers.