The Secret Sharer

Girl in the Mirror

The other day I was in a hairdressing salon while a companion was making an appointment. I said 'hello' to my hairdresser and then looked at the girl whose hair he was cutting. From behind I saw a cascade of dark wet hair falling over the back of the chair she sat in. I looked in the mirror she was facing to see her face and saw the kind of beauty that I seek in a woman but seldom see. She had a long, thin neck and an angular face of with a well-defined but delicate jaw and high cheekbones. She had pale skin and under a pair of stylish glasses were two orbs of deep brown. I must have been looking for a while because I found her looking at me in the mirror. I looked away and acted like I was waiting for my companion. As we left, I turned back and looked at her again. She immediately looked up and for some long moments we contemplated each other in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was being so bold. I held her gaze for another moment and then turned to go. Her beauty was so austere and elegant, I've been thinking of her many times since.

posted by moor-rambler @ 6:09 AM