See, she never felt without foundation when she would move. Her worth, value, and stability rested in a higher source. Her mother, she was certain, was created and sent as her guardian angel.She knew that she was never alone. She also had a best friend. Not like most children's best friends. This friend was not invisible or outside the home, but her little sister.
So, it was her sister, her mother, and herself. All who had more love and understanding of those around them then they ever had in money. With that, she was content. Her peace was evident in her manner and her pose, but mostly found in her eyes.
"The eyes are the windows through which anyone can see the soul, if they truly took the time to look," her mother would tell her. She always looked. It fascinated and, at times, saddened her depending on what she saw. Yet, she would continue to look. The longing in her soul always made her look on... deeper.
Now, as she sat in the bay window, she could see what might be around the bend. Excitement built in her and also a sense of nervousness, each in equal parts. This would be a great chapter. Her eyes confirmed it.
** so this is it. The Eyes of a Girl .... this is where I ended and stopped by writers block. I'm okay with it as a short story. I tend to get these bursts and then have no where else to go with it. I hope you have enjoyed it. Your input is welcomed ( with in reason of course...LOL ;) ).
4 comments:
Ohmygosh, those are your own beautiful eyes, aren't they?! I would recognize them anywhere!!!
You are truly one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever met, Nette, because those eyes of yours just shine with your inner beauty.
I have loved your short story.
Keep on shining for Him!
Love,
Jlo
It is a nice short story. I wish you the best in your endevers to better yourself. Have a great day and enjoy the beauty around you. Winter blessings.-me-(Mommy of two little blessings)
I loved every second of it! You have been given a gift.
that family...that bond...what a joy i imagine!
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