The eyes exist.
I'm not making them up. They happened again today.
Just one pair.
And they're dark, so indigo that they're almost violet, so violet that they're almost black. So black that pupil and iris become one. Almost.
And they're the colour of the sky at the very deepest part of midnight, the ripple of the sea on the very brightest day in summer.
I see them.
I see the eyes and I see nothing more.
I don't know who they belong to.
I don't know why they are watching me.
But I know that they exist.
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Rainy Days
Short StoryThey called him Rain. And with good reason, Val soon found out. For when he came into her life everything changed - the clouds all came out and they never went away again. And all that was left was a soggy mess. short story #99 // 29.03.2015 [curre...
