Michelle

Michelle waited for Baasil.  They had been seeing each other since January.  She smiled as she remembered the first time they met. 

It was at the museum.  She was reading while waiting for her friend, Alison.  Glancing up, she saw him standing in front of a painting.  Suddenly, he turned and faced her.  He approached and asked if he could join her.  Thrilled, she said yes.  They talked mostly about Art.  Before leaving, he gave her his card.

Baasil watched her now. She was the center of his world, his omphalos.   

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This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.