Love From The Deep
The clock beat in the next room like the steady heart of an eagle, tick tick tick. She sat in a rocker, examining the outside like a scientist in a microscope. Her pale eyes, gray like the smoke of ashes in a smoldering fire, feasting upon the hunter green trees, the yellow green grass, the red tulips, the lavender-pink lilacs. The windows were closed, locked, the shades drawn half way down blocking the fierce orange rays of afternoon sunshine. Through the dirty glass she could still smell it,... Sign in to see full entry.