A collection of short stories of varying sub-genres.
Part I: Wilted Roses contains romantic short stories
Part II: Fairy Dust & Starlight is where you'll find fantastic and paranormal stories
Part III: Black Hearts is the place for my dark fic...
Originally written for the 'How they met' challenge by Romance
Also, it was one of the Honorable Mentions in that contest!
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Monday Mornings (originally titled: Those blue eyes)
I would have never thought I could drown in someone's eyes.
Not until I met Grayson Richards. And his cornflower blue eyes.
I never really liked blue I guess. Always preferring red. Red was love. Red was passion. And danger.
But I grew to love blue, its cool and calming effect. Whenever I gazed at the blue sky, I was reminded of Grayson's eyes. Deep and blue and mesmerizing.
It was on a Monday morning that I first met him.
I had had an awful day... waking up with my hair looking like a big mess and then my car had been stolen and I had to walk four blocks to the next police station.
I entered the station and there he was, with his dark blue uniform and his dark brown hair combed back neatly. Yes, I found him handsome the second I saw him, but when I got called upon and walked to his desk I felt my heart beat a little faster.
I sat down on the chair across from him and felt his gaze on me, so I looked up and into his eyes.
That was the moment, when the cloud that had been covering the sun had decided to move over and a sudden ray of light fell through the window in the police station and lightened up his face.
And right then, I looked into his eyes for the very first time and felt my knees go weak. I was glad I was already seated, because I might have tripped over otherwise.
He had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. A deep, rich, vibrant shade of blue with a slight tint of violet and darker blue streaks. I sat there, completely captivated by the way those blue eyes were flashing in the sunlight. Then I realized, that he was smiling politely and that his lips were moving.
He was talking!
I pulled myself together and tried to focus on what he was saying.
"I'm Officer Richards, I'll be taking on your case. You mentioned that your car has been stolen?" he said in a smooth deep voice.
I nodded, unable to say a word.
"First, I'll need your ID." he continued.
I reached into my purse and handed him my papers.
"Alright, Ms. ... White—"
"Please call me Paige," I said with a smile and he smiled, too. He got little wrinkles around the corners of his eyes which actually made him even more attractive.
