The eternal heart

Author’s note:  What?  It’s Valentine’s day.  I actually wrote this flash fiction in fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes of romance is about all you get.  (Or is that just me?)

And yes, you could regard the ending as a Stuism.

Some days I watched her as she walked up and down the aisles.  She was the Aphrodite of the Stonekirk Odeon with her little tray of ices propped under her chest.  Her legs were long and slender, and so was her neck.  She had an obstinate pout that looked sullen but made it so much more exciting to make her smile.  Her eyes were wide and deceptively deep so that once you were in them you would lose track of which way was up and drown in happiness.
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