Anita the village beauty: Week #17 WOX free story contest

If one's beauty was measured by the quantity of water it converts to, Anita had an ocean of it. An ocean that will never run dry. An ocean every man wanted to get a drink from, both the capable, invalid, prominent, young and old. Even ladies like herself asked how she always managed to maintain such attractive fineness.

With such questions that mostly came with flattering compliments, she'd always smiled at it which usually caused a dimple to dance on her cheek making her look the more prettier.

A young lady, ripe for marriage as most men would say, was born and bred in the Eastern part of a relatively large community. She's neither the first child of her family nor was she the last ovary of her mother but she got a whole lot of attention from her parents and siblings.

With gracefulness clung onto her and her gestures, she always appeared regal and sophisticated. Beauty and brains was a rare commodity but Anita possessed this feature in quantum. She had the perfect body stature.

A little smaller than size ten, Anita had a body with all the curves falling in the right places. Not exactly athletic but she had that lean, sculpted build that would make one want to exercise and tone up. A flawless piece of pride to her mother she was, and the reason of her father's pompous attitude towards many men in the village.

Whenever she passed by a group of chatters, the topic was always switched over to her followed by curious statements of how exquisite she was, how smart she handled cases not to further complicate it. And she'd laugh again, almost trying to wade off some of the questions thrown at her.

I'll call that a super ability indeed....

She wasn't arrogantly proud. No, Anita wasn't. A humble chic she was with a face always beaming with smiles yet firm in putting off those that might want to take advantage of it.

She gave answers to some questions she was mostly asked and sometimes, she wouldn't bother respond, reasons best known to her but some people misunderstood this, thus brooding hatred and jealousy towards her.

As a village beauty, she was wanted by all men. She knew well about that which made her even more careful to form a relationship with just anyone. Gladly she'd say to her self, no man in this village has caught my fantasy anyways so Anita, you are all good…….