Full lenght version ( Yes )
(Yes I know her )
With a slight grin he said. Holding his glass tightly as not to lose it i felt. I study him a brief moment thinking this mans eyes hold anguish or maybe regret. But i think he felt all three.
She was beautiful, made with the perfectly broken pieces of glass she had collected along the way, with each piece having a different essential she would need to survive.
Her eyes sparkled with amber brown and tranquil green. Even the speckles of a life time of pain and sorrow could not hide the hope i seen in them.
Her laughter was infectious like that of a small child who has not yet seen the cold harsh cruelties of this world
Some say she was a courtesan of a time long ago others a gypsy here today gone tomorrow. And yet to others a moment passed by.
( You ask if i knew her ) ?