short story

A long time ago, there was a man around the age of tweentyfive. He was of average hight, slender, his shoulder length hair was a icy gray and always seemed as if it were wet. His eyes a Radiant sky blue, kindness shined in them. You couldnt help but smile at him When he looked at you and gave a large toothy smile. His name was Sam. He met met a beautiful women. She was sweeter than surgar with a hint of an edge, a slick danger seeking edge. it seemed as though she put it on display just to catch your and attention. She has blonde hair shimmering emerald green eyes and plump lips. They first past walking down a busy street, when there eyes met it no longer mattered where they had been going. She smiled and Sam couldnt help but smile back. Sam turned to ace her, he almost studdered as he said his own name but caught himself and stammered out "sam" while raising his hand, Hopeing she would raise her hand to meet his. She did just that but instead of givving a name back she continued her smile... in fact it seemed that her smile had grown just a little. when she finaly spoke it was quick quiet and made Sam's heart race. But Sam did not know why, she didnt give a name but simply said "will you help me find it?". Sam stood there his eyes locked on hers with a puzzled expression he exclamed,"I'm sorry!?". She looked over his shoulder, her right eye twitched slightly. For a second brief as it was but it was, she looked uneasy almost frightened. She leaned in close to Sam's chest and said" Look for ME, ill be waiting." Then just like that she took a few steps away into the crowd of a street, Sam steped after her but she was gone. He said in his head "look for me ill be waiting?" His sences returned and he realized work... IM GOING T BE LATE...

to be continued

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Define your character, know him. He was 25, not approximately~~spell checkers are wonderful gadgets, as are dictionaries. The better word for the idea isnot here. Three, four, five, six syllable words are missing to create the rhythm - nice start - Lady A