what i’m writing. 30 april 09.

His eyes, grey and wet like the belly of a fish, rolled back and forth in their place with every other breath he took. Once in a while he’d shake his head and let out a ‘wheeeeww’. A long kind of exhausted sigh that seemed to say this is the awfullest sort of work I’ve ever had to do in my life.

2 Responses to “what i’m writing. 30 april 09.”

1. David says:

   30 April, 2009 at 21:54

   What I’d give for grey eyes, the color of the belly of a fish…

   I know, it’s not the point of the story, but grey eyes are gorgeous…
2. Buffy says:

   30 April, 2009 at 22:14

   I love you David. And you’re right. Grey eyes are wonderful.