Real Eyes Realise Real Lies
Silent, she walked through the masses each day; face to the ground. Winter didn’t help: the layers; two scarfs, a hat, a hood and her fidelity to the indoors. She wore earbuds without music just to hear without people knowing, or worse yet, talking; a fruit of her parents’ long gone marriage. She studied other’s words, storing them for a day her speech might be needed.
She stepped out in front of a white delivery van which screeched to a halt, sustaining its horn. The voluminous layers and the decorative white cables coming from where her ears supposedly were, removed a large percentage of peripheral, both visually and socially. Unwanted attention from the many faceless people froze her until the driver voiced, “What are you doing? Get off the road!” among other things. She woke to her next steps, continuing across without acknowledging the driver. Instead, her thoughts fixated on her purse which waddled in sync with her body. This would later be what she called ‘the most exercise she’s ever done.’
Once safe, a man, or Mr. Right as she would later refer to him, approached to help. Her eyes; their most exquisite when frightened, now framed within the surrounding layers were all the more radiant. Stunned and stuttering, he quickly regained sanity. “Ahh, ahh, arrrr you alright? Ummm… You nearly died… I mean, what an idiot driver.” Each word stumbled over as if looking for…
