The Perfect Encounter

Stumped. No longer able to look at a blank screen, I put on a great outfit and head towards Shoreditch to stroll and be inspired. By chance I step into a retro store that sells the lost treasure of yesteryear. Roaming among the vintage wonderland, my eyes are suddenly drawn to an effervescent creature flicking through old vinyl albums. Our eyes meet across the room, instantly igniting smiles in both our faces. Drawn in by a force stronger than gravity and magnetism – attraction, I approach. We laugh, we flirt, we decide this meeting can’t be fleeting. The rest of the day is spent beneath a blanket of clear blue skies – me writing poetry and she, sketching a delicate flower seen in the distance.


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