The Peacock Reading
I watched her, I tried not to but I couldn't help it. I put a book up to my face and peered innocently and inconspicuously from behind the worded pages. She sat, unnoticing, with wrinkled gray pages of the newspaper in her hands as she read the sagas of homes lost to fires, worsening drought conditions, and cold hearted murder. Her eyes, making prisoners of tears, gave empathy to each tragic story as they stumbled their green-brown selves across each line. Her eyes, depressed and deepset as they... Sign in to see full entry.