Something like this happened when we first met. Truly, across a crowded room, I saw for the first time the one person with whom I could live for the rest of my life. It must have been a true vision, because here we are, the two of us, in the backwaters of strife, having been married almost half a century.
I have altered the story somewhat to put the POV on the other hand, so to speak, but that's within the parameters of this week's Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge:
December 24, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a vision. You can write your own personal vision and “fictionalize” it in the sense that you write it as if it already has come to pass or is unfolding right now. Or you can write the vision of a character. Dream big. dream bold.
Vision Across a Crowded RoomCrowded room, tangled with people and conversations; she sees him at the far side, gesturing with a sandwich as he talks.
Him! Love of her life, man at her side through all the long years. The one who matters most to her, who answered all her youthful dreams. He who loves her despite graying hair and increasing waist, with all her faults.
She smiles and turns back to the party tray, builds her own sandwich. The host taps her shoulder. "Gwen, I don't believe you've met Robert..."
She turns. It is Him. "I am so pleased to meet you!"