Find Her

Just a glimpse from afar. That was all I got. Then, the world went black and I never saw her again. but still, I see her. Apparently, my mind has stored the image for safe keeping, because I still see her, even now. Over a month after it happened. The image lingers in my mind, not a full image though. I saw her, and I can faintly remember the soft, wavy, mousy brown hair as it flew about gently in the breeze, the pink lips that turned at the corners and formed a gentle smile, exposing her pearly white, perfectly straight row of teeth. But the image that lingers, the thing that stays in my mind and feels like I only saw her yesterday are her eyes. Eyes as blue as the sky above. Eyes that sparkle and shimmer in the sun. Those eyes. Those, beautiful, sparkling eyes that immediately have you under her spell.

And now, I yearn to see her again. Though I know I won't ever actually see her, for the world took my sight the day after I first laid eyes on her, I want to find her. I want to see if her immense outer beauty is any match for her insides. So, I tell my friend when he comes round. I say, "Jim, I want to see that girl again. Will you find her for me?"
"What does she look like?" he asks.
"Like a dream," I say, the image of her siren eyes in my mind taking my breath away.
"That doesn't exactly help mate," he says. "Did you see her? You know, really see her? You know, before..."
"Just a glimpse, that's all I got."
"We can go off a glimpse," says Jim. "What did you see?"
"Brown hair. Long, wavy, glossy," I say, building up to the very best bit. "Pink lips, bright, smiling with teeth so white it's blinding." Jim laughed at that. "What?" I ask.
"So white it's blinding huh?" he asks. "That how you lost your sight is it? Man, you've got it bad!"
"Got what bad?"
"She's got you good!" says Jim, and I can hear him chuckling. "What else?"
"She's got eyes," I say, a little mesmerized at the memories of her by this point.
"We've all got eyes, mate," says Jim.
"Beautiful eyes," I continue, ignoring his comment, "big, kind eyes. Sparkling and a bright blue, the very colour of the sky."

"You owe me one Will," says Jim.
"What?"
"I am going to look like a crazy man going around with this drawing," Jim says. "People'll say, 'yeah! I've seen her! In the movies!'. Will, are you sure she wasn't just a dream?"
"Nope," I say definitely. "She was real. Just as real as you and I."
"Alright then," says Jim and I can tell he's trying to stifle another burst of laughter. "I'll give it a shot, but I'm not making any promises alright? So don't get your hopes up."

It was weeks before I saw Jim again and I suspected it was because he was hard at work with the task I'd set out for him.
"Mate!" he says, coming closer. "You're never gonna believe this?"
"What?" I ask, my voice quiet. He did tell me not to get my hopes up.
"I found her, and by golly were you right! She looks exactly like a dream or something out of a Hollywood film."
"Did you bring her?" I ask hopefully.
"No," says Jum, and my face must have fallen, for he clapped me hard on the back and kept speaking. "Course I did mate!" he says, his tone playful. "Couldn't leave you hanging any longer once I found her, could I? Come on in!" I hear Jim call and then there a footsteps, louder as they come closer, then I hear air escape from the chair beside mine as the visitor sits down in it.

"Hello," she says, her voice as sweet as her smile, as inviting as those beautiful blue eyes.
"I've been trying to find you," I say.
"So I've heard," she says with a laugh that sounds like bells tinkling.
"I saw you, right before I went blind, and I had to know the girl with those beautiful eyes."
"Oh no," she says, and i feel her touch my arm. "You didn't look straight at me did you?"
"Just for a second, I think."
"That's all it takes," she says in a whisper.
"What?"
"Strange magic," she says. "I'm like a siren, if anyone looks directly into my eyes for too long..."
"It's too hard to resist," I say, interrupting her.
"I think that's the idea," she says. "But anyway, if anyone looks for too long, their sight goes."
"Oh," I say. "Well, you're forgiven, you couldn't help it. And a beautiful girl like you... Oh, I'm Will by the way."
"Skye," she says, "and thank you. I think there's a cure, if you're interested."
"What?"
"It's hard," she says in a warning tone.
"I'll give it a shot."
"You've got to look into my eyes again."
"Yeah, you're right darlin'. That could be just a little tricky." I say and laugh a little.

I blink. Skye has sunglasses covering her eyes so she doesn't send me blind again, but she looks even more beautiful than I remembered. And I can see her. Actually see her.
"Thank you," I say. "Now, can I take you out to dinner?"
"What?" she asks.
"It's the least I can do," I say, "besides, a beautiful lady like yourself deserves to go out."
"On the arm of a man like you?" she asks rhetorically as she links her arm with mine. "I'd be honoured."