Tyler David Sutton

Blue Eyes

He sat in the black leather chair, indents of time, and worn-out arms held his. His face was similar to the cracks in the leather, diminished by age and whiskey. He had led a hard life, been alone for much of it. But, today, he was not alone. Today he was surrounded by thoughts. Thoughts he couldn't escape. He squinted to forget, wrinkling his face further. Tears edged out of the corners of his blue eyes. The old man's sad yet enticing eyes. He'd been married once, and those eyes were the inception. Those eyes looked around the room full of books and not much else. Those eyes came to the table, where a revolver lay. He held his eyes on the revolver, those blue eyes dull against the harsh metal. Next to the revolver a picture, himself, a younger man, and a woman with a baby. The couple seemed untroubled. He clutched the picture—a knock at the door. Totally enraptured into the picture, he didn't hear. The knock comes again. This time he answered, "Come in." A man tall and slender, dressed all in black, slinked into the room. The slender man spoke eloquently, in not quite a holy way, "I understand you have something for me?" The man again enraptured in the picture. The slender man impatiently, "Do you have something for me or not?" The old man muttered, "Have I not called you to me?" The old man stood from his leather encasing, his imprint still lingering, and walked over to a bookshelf. From the shelf, he plucked a little black notebook. Opening the notebook, the old man thumbed through till he found the page he was looking for. "Here, on this page, it spells everything out," handing the notebook to the slender man. The slender man's eyes breeze through the words and then stop. Squinting, the slender man rereads a line, then looks bluntly at the old man. "Are you even sure she's still alive?" questioned the slender man. Not appreciating the tone, the old man bluntly responded, "Don't be ridiculous; why else would I have this done?" Pulling from within his jacket a piece of paper, the slender man hands it over, "I'll need this signed for proof." The old man inspects it, his eyes land at the end, he looks off into the distance and tears well.