Friday, March 25, 2011

Invisible

She walked around like a ball of night; her heavy frame covered from top to toe in black. That which wasn’t – her silver watch and jewellery - still emanated a cold, emotionless impression of a woman either too shy or too cold to reach. Either way, impenetrable.

For the undecided, for those who took time to notice her, the answer was in her eyes. They were the most expressive part of her largely motionless energy (not that she was always motionless of course, the slow rhythm of her walk alone exuded a silent grace. But of course, no-one ever noticed that.). She could go from a look of undiluted love in her eyes to one that could freeze the blood. She couldn’t understand just why that one was the strongest and the one that people felt represented what she was. It happened often. But she was made up of both of those emotions and a plethora of them in-between.

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