United States: Part two
I am still in the state of shock. The cop is still in the car. The car is parked on my right. It is a she. She seems not to notice me. I am now sure that I am not her business. I don’t want to look at her directly. So I afford a side-look. The edges of my eyes are sometimes acute. I have a vision like that of an eagle particularly when it comes to some beauties. She walks out of her car. She is communicating on a radio. And at the same time she is texting on her IPhone. For a second I close my eyes and thank God for her beauty. I just don’t want to describe her blue eyes, I just won’t mention nothing about her black hair locked in her hat. She got a good weight. I am playing innocent here. I am avoiding mentioning the weight of some places. She got them. Not so big. Not so small. They are perfect and fit for her. In short she is an epitome of an ideal beauty, a replica of beauty per se. outside her beauty is a mere phenomenon, or even void. She is not mine. She belongs to God. He ...