Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Café Tales IX

The evening sunlight strikes her hair, turning strands of brown to gold. She looks at the camera. At me. The sadness in her eyes, as if crying out to someone who’s never coming back. Paired with that laugh of hers. Mystifying. She’s in focus. A blur of green and yellow behind her. Lens flare. Her laughter dies, but that look in her eyes remain.

What has she seen?

1 comment:

amas said...

Poignant! Perfect music for the story. Wishing you to write a million more :-)