Sunday, March 25, 2018

In the Second Place (Day 431) the first place, she said 
to the window, the violet desert 
night, her flushed face mirrored 
back in a reflection, where their 
eyes met. And, in the second, 
you don’t even know who I am. 

A swell of annoyance, or maybe 
it was boredom, lifted her off 
her feet for a few seconds, and 
suddenly, she could see herself 
from outside, from out there where 
stormclouds of stars piled up on 
the horizon, where a hot wind 
sipped sweat from your skin so 
quickly you never felt a prickle, 
where that silvery road unwound 
like a mystery, northward, over 
a series of rocky hills.

Outside, where the scrub brush 
met the drive, two glowing green 
eyes appeared like magic. They 
seemed to be looking directly at 
her, shimmering in rising waves of 
ambient heat. She gazed back, 
momentarily unaware of the man 
waiting for her to further explain 
herself. The green eyes blinked 
once, twice—then vanished as 
she stepped out into the evening
closing the door firmly behind her.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: fancycrave1/Pixabay

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