Death does not haunt me. I see it every day in my line of work. You get use to the inhumanity of man after a while. An anonymous call brought us to the back alley.
She lay, naked and exposed, off the path of the bottle strewn lane. Her exquisite porcelain skin glistened with morning dew and a manicured hand rested against the splay of her black, silken hair.
The color of her open eyes, the way they spoke to me is what I remember most. The blue was sapphire, piercing, and cold. They haunt me still.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#16 The prompt this week links these together: …the blue was sapphire…
7 thoughts on “Eyes Like Sapphire”
You’ve painted an especially poignant picture. ❤ ❤
Thanks so much! I appreciate so much that you took the time to comment.
You are welcome.
Lovely Sheila, very powerful images you have created, enjoyed your take very much. Michael
Thanks Michael, I’m so glad you enjoyed it and thanks for stopping by the Cow Pasture and especially for taking time to comment.
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I have a Cow Pasture behind my house so it was like being at home..lol
Kindred spirits. 🙂