This evening was different, perfect for a stroll, the wind was just as mild as the feel of his hand brushed against my face.

My skirt swayed and danced to the melody of the wind. The lights from cars that passed, helped to see the path I walked. My steps changed as the lights behind put me in the spotlight, the road had become my runway.

The sound of footsteps behind me becomes more distinct and I could feel the closeness. His voice so tender;
"Hey Beautiful, Hey ...."

A grin breaks from my face, my heart swells with empathy for him. Lust had dropped scales in his eyes, I had turned abruptly ensuring that my face became visible enough.

He was taken aback by the sight, and lightening fast the scales dropped from his eyes, but could barely keep up with the pace at which his tongue tied into a beautiful knot, speechless. This could have hurt but I asked,
"Do not I fit to be called beautiful or you meant to say bodiful"?

Your scarred face........ The words spilled out of his mouth.  

I walked away!! Never would he forget a face like mine...