via Daily Prompt: Faded

I reminisce about faded jeans and failed chances. For on a night like tonight, I spied him, sauntering into the room, charging up the atmosphere, with his Brando-like swagger,  his Dev Anand-ish smirk . His faded jeans spelled ‘reckless’,  while his carefully tamed coif screamed ‘dandy’.

It’s as if the moon was biding it’s time for just his arrival. It’s silver fronds caressed  the raven black of his hair. The wind picked up the musk of his essence and assailed my senses.

I was all nerves.  I was all jelly.  I longed for him to mark me with his gaze. He was the alpha and omega of my every fantasy. And when his roving eye did locate me,  it’s as if time stood still to bear testimony to our union.  He singled me out from the motley and strode god-like towards me. I gazed up at him in sublime adoration,  and then he smiled indulgently and whispered  thus to me –

“You remind me of my baby sister!!”

©Pradita Kapahi, 2016