Marion's Eyelash
To make this honest, this is another blog wars challenge. This one is up against Shruti Vijh, who creatively writes the blogspot, Shruti -Click There! Check out her work centered around romantic essential validity. The Challenge: Who can write the better romantic fiction? The Response: I have Marion Cotillard on a silver platter begging with Chocolat et les Fraises. Instead of standard Flash fiction, I will toss around the sculptured masterworks known as rant-indulged prose. -- Marion's Eyelash The day I will meet Marion Cotillard is not a mystery to my intensivities. If an eyelash flew from the corner near her tear duct and floated across a thousand suns and moons only to have the gentle breeze drop it on my cheek, I would gasp like the first time I heard music on 12 strings. I would press my fingers against the lash, and I would know…I would just know that in some strange corner between the universe and nothingness Marion Cotillard’s fingers were on her cheek, and she was dreami...