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WRITERS EYES / ASCRIBER Uniting Writers Around The World Online Writing Group
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by
Janis M Robertson
DO THE EYES HAVE IT?
'Hush,' Anne said, raising a stained finger to her lips. 'Don't say a word.' Silently, he stared at her through those wide, impassive eyes that she had seen all too often before – even in animals and children.
One of the hazards of her work, or so she supposed.
With a sigh, she wiped her hands on a damp cloth. Could she see the soul in those somehow soulless orbs? She gazed with a fierce yearning into their too enigmatic depths, hoping to detect some spark of interest in them. Alas. They proved to be her downfall yet again.
Anne shrugged. The mouth was very finely drawn, the forehead noble, the nose almost patrician in its elegance; but, oh those troublesome eyes!
Sadly, she put her brush into the jar of thinners. One day, she thought, I'll get it right.
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