perspective (2)

(cont'd) -and btw the characters in this story are purely fictional and not based on real life events, and the story is merely an exercise in writing and does not contain some serious crypted message

i look around the room and find sparks of interest everywhere. the sun is shining through the mud-splattered panes and i notice its rays gliding gently onto his shoulders. i look up, travel the length of the pulsating vein, the faint stubble on the chin, the corner of the mouth that lifts more the longer i stare. and then i meet the eyes. i look away at first but my eyes are surreptitiously drawn back. they are a deep dark brown. i remember my theory about dark brown eyes and intellect. his were pools of intellect, yet shaded with a knowledge they were not willing to share..

please tune in tomorrow for more instalments of the never-ending story, it's getting late tonite and i have blogfreeze