Being written for Rachael Mark’s prompt seen here. Photo taken from Pinterest.
Anastasia paused at the moment she saw him. She would surely be thought rude for staring; but, she couldn’t do anything else. He was dark and handsome, standing at 6′ 5″. His top hat and peacoat created an illusion of him taller in height. From where Anastasia stood, she could see he had a thin but masculine physique. He stood facing her, with his feet shoulder length apart, and a cane resting in front of him.
She shivered, suddenly, as if an ice cube just fell the length of her spine. This usually happens to her when her spiritual life was trying to speak to her. For another moment, she remained there, at the bottom of the stairs. His whole aura was intriguing and mysterious. There was something about him that tempted Anna’s desire.
After what seemed like a lifetime, she took five steps forward, and began walking up the stairs. The centertown college was old England architecture. The market was a gorgeous structure of stone and masonry work. Anna has adored the brilliant sculptures and intrigue details artists put into their masterpieces.
While lost in her thoughts, and unfortunately by the time she reached the upper landing, her mysterious gentleman had vanished. She pressed up against the wall to overlook the town square. No, he wasn’t there. She delicately galloped through the narrow street, splashing through a puddle in the process. He was nowhere to be found. With much disgust, Anastasia surrendered her search.
The day had begun it’s transition to early evening, and the weather was quite cool. It was time to return home and prepare dinner. She hoped to see him again, if fate allotted.