Brown Eyes
how our past betrays us
“I was advised not to tell you,” I finally said.
The hitched breath releasing between clenched teeth, hissing, betraying my intent to keep my word, like a snickering child with sticky fingers caught in a lie.
My jaw clenched.
Her dark brown eyes full of unspoken questions were too much for me, I realized. They reminded me of her. The pang of that familiar ache outside the plain café returned; a flicker of a long-ago moment etched in time.
Her scent as our cheeks grazed.
Her eyes. Brown.
“No,” I murmured, as if to myself.
My resolve scattered.
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Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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Oh, I love this. So powerful. So few words. I'll be thinking about this one for a while.