Her smile spoke to me.
The shine of her essence spoke to me.
It was the way she held her book
as she read that sent a shiver
through my entity.

Her aura and vibration spoke to me.
The laughter and cheer in her voice
spoke to me.
Even her silence spoke to me.

It was a beautiful moment under
the fluorescent lighting.

Our story was flash fiction.
500 words.
No more.
No less.

Jose Armando Guzman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flash-fiction/