22 Feb 2018 – Behind the Eyes

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction


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Shelly’s eyes are turquoise, with a hint of brown dancing around the iris like an explosion in slow motion.  She accents the color with lashes and eyeliner, but she knows as well as I do that her eyes are the kind that pop without those things.  Instead, they  draw you in like a breath and linger in your memory.

They are the kind of eyes that can destroy a life.

Not Shelly’s, of course, but the men she’s dated, and their dreams of a life with her.  That is a graveyard full to bursting.

She wonders why I have never been attracted to her, why I have never asked her on a date.  She thinks we would do well together.  When I look at her, I am less certain.  I see the allure, the mystery behind that stare — but facing her, I can see history looming over her shoulders, the destruction and despair left in the wake of her innocence.

And I want none of that.