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She was sweet and smiling, hanging out at the back of the group. She rarely spoke, but frequently giggled, small hand over her mouth, but unable to hide the bright twinkle in her eyes.
No one really noticed her, but no one shunned her either. She pulled a chair over from an empty table when they piled around a outdoor table at the coffee shop and listened from the fringes while the others bantered and teased.
I wouldn't have noticed her either, except for the widening of her eyes. In that dusky twilight, the whites of her eyes were light beacons, pointing right at me. Lighting up the darkness. Seeing through the fog. Seeing what I'd done.
No witnesses.
She was sweet and smiling, hanging out at the back of the group. She rarely spoke, but frequently giggled, small hand over her mouth, but unable to hide the bright twinkle in her eyes.
No one really noticed her, but no one shunned her either. She pulled a chair over from an empty table when they piled around a outdoor table at the coffee shop and listened from the fringes while the others bantered and teased.
I wouldn't have noticed her either, except for the widening of her eyes. In that dusky twilight, the whites of her eyes were light beacons, pointing right at me. Lighting up the darkness. Seeing through the fog. Seeing what I'd done.
No witnesses.
