bright. and as black as burning coal.
Dec 30, 2007
His eyes sat, as eyes should sit. Square in in the center of his forehead. Low. With just enough space in between, but not too much. There was no strangeness to them. The color was not extraordinary. The shape, unremarkable. When he looked at you, they lay flat. Motionless. They saw but didn’t care.
The caring stopped there first. In the eyes.
