The Rest is History

Fifty-word story [31]

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Time stood still.

He saw her from across the way. She wore a sky blue summer dress, which seemed to bring out her striking eyes even more. Her hair was braided.

Typically a wallflower, Quentin approached her. He couldn’t let the moment pass.

The rest is, as they say, history.

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