His touch was electric
It was lunch time at the Square and with the bustling amount of people trying to cross the street from every angle I stood frozen still in total silent bliss because a stranger just brushed his hand across my shoulder. He was simply helping to regain my balance ; still I could not deny his touch was electric. The little hairs on my arm are standing straight up at attention even the little hairs on the back of my neck was aware of his touch. With that much electricity who needs Georgia Power? While it seemed like everyone was on a mission to find lunch; oddly enough, I was on a mission to understand why my initial reaction from a single touch left me grasping for control of my balance. Yes, I was trying to maintain my balance because I had foolishly let all my papers slip when I ran across the busy intersection and this kind unnamed man stopped to gather up my papers and stop me from creating anymore disorderly conduct. In the process of all the flying papers his hand magically came