One of the things that stands out to me as I read and re-read Stefan Kiesbye's short story, Berlin Romance, is how, in this very short fiction, he tosses out lines that are just plain odd statements:
"No matter how much he adored the young woman's pale legs, her pumps weren't even leather."
"She worked in the lower tier of a city administration and had only forty-five years left until retirement."
It is often the little things in life that catch our attention, and especially draw our affection for an individual and often it seems that writers forget this - creating characters that are dashing, suave, rich, handsome, or, in the case of females, beautiful, shapely, elegant, attractive, etc.
Kiesbye doesn't force the romance the two characters share by creating cookie cutter individuals - instead he allows them to be, and think, as independent minded folks. It's a nice change of pace.
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