Personal Narrative: Emma

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The thud of the metal door brings Emma back to reality. Her hands are still closed into fists. Her body is shaking. Passing her fingers over her forehead, she tries to comb her damp hair and looks at herself in the mirror. Hot flashes paint her pale skin. Her eyes are still closed into slits. She reaches for the lipstick in the bag. Her heart is still pounding. Her fingers are still trembling. The creamy lipstick is a soothing balm for her quivering lips. She reaches for her phone and dials his number. She shoots streams of incomprehensible word banging her fists on the steering wheel. "Never again" she swears. "This is the end of our story," she says. In the disturbing silence of the night, the only comforting sound is the thud of her wedding ring on the concrete. 2. He was an attractive man. …show more content…

I have revised each possible male candidate for the new perfume campaign. I saw blue eyes, dark eyes, ivory skin, long hair, small mouths, perfect smiles, and yet each of one of my candidates was annoyingly bland. I need to call my boss and tell her that we do not have our charming man yet. Then, I saw him. He strolled briefly next to me and I could not help but to glance at him. I put my phone back in the bag and started to run toward him. I grabbed his shoulders and intimated him to stop. He turned around. My heart trembled. He was taller than average; his eyes of a unique cerulean blue, the color that only the Caribbean oceans have. I touched his face. it felt ageless under the tip of my fingers. The loud sound of my bag on the concrete brought me back to reality. My fingers were still on his skin his hand holding my hand. I was under his spell;

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