Theinkwell writing challenge: Beauty with a twist

In the history of well-intentioned writing aphorisms, the only piece of advice that gets used more than “write what you know” and “kill your darlings” might be the ever-popular “show, don’t tell.”

Show, don’t tell is an approach to writing in which stories and characters are conveyed via actions, thoughts, words, and sensory details — instead of cold, factual exposition.

While the true origin is disputed (some point to Percy Lubbock’s 1921 book, The Craft of Fiction), popular culture has attributed it to Russian writer Anton Chekhov and his (commonly misquoted) line:

Don’t tell me the moon is shining. Show me the glint of light on broken glass.

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Stanley lost consciousness of his surroundings as he remained stuck in the foyer with his mouth unwrapped peering at the young dark girl who walked past him flaunting her relaxed-dark long hair. Her eyes were blue, a plump lip, dainty nose, and had a round eyebrow that perfectly covered her crystal blue eyes. Her cheeks reveal her dimples whenever she smiles. She wore a red gown that presented her great figure shape and glossy skin revealing her curves and edges as she took every step with scrutiny. All eyes moved toward her direction as she became their distraction.

"Hey, do you think this lady is from this town," Stanley said dabbing Dan on his shoulder.

"Don't know"
"I haven't seen such a girl around here"
"That's because you have been here for just two days".

" What's the time?" Stanley asked picking up his luggage that was now lying on the floor

" It's past noon"
" Oh no"
He ran down the stairs overhauling on his wristwatch at short intervals. He must have stared at the stranger longer than he thought he imagined. Not wanting to ruin the moment charmed by her great figure, he waved off from his heart the thought of his boss whose subtle voice will be echoed through the building while rant out why punctuality is a virtue.
Everything seems to be glittery, his encounter in the morning left a dent in his heart. thinking of the lady on red made his day glamour with inner peace and longed to see her again.

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