The Eye of the Beholder – Janelle

She is one year younger than I am and quite attractive, by my standards.

As she stands talking with her friends, almost in slow motion, I see a small leaf float down from a tree and into her hair. They are all facing the other way. I take this as my opportunity to talk to her.

I have always been very quiet; not only in conversation, but even in motion. My family members are always startled when, according to them, I appear in a room without sound or warning.

Moving closer to her, I open my mouth to tell her she has something in her hair, while raising my hand to dust the leaf away for her.

She senses my presence behind her and turns around in suddenly resulting in my index finger being driven into left her eye…


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