What the Story Believes #8: Through Her Eyes
A story reduced to meaning ...
THROUGH HER EYES Zophia stoic lit by feral green eyes she had once looked to the stars Red never part of the plan the baby farm Zophia signed on to create life sons daughters four more unnamed unheld she watched Red reach for the stars scowled at Issi then advanced chasing away any warmth Zophia sauntered closer Red sought Issi had he betrayed her through the goggles her mother seemed larger stranger she wanted to run Zophia eyes of seething slits as she marked Issi she huffed turned to Red no wriggling free You don’t listen! frustration laced with something raw too late quieter There’s nothing out there but disappointment. choking away her own childhood fragments the goggles grabbed from Red’s head heavier than reckoned her grip faltered a weak moment she considered allowing Red to keep this one thing but … too dangerous her fingers curled tighter dreams shattered stolen Nonsense! Mum, please! words raw desperate but already gone Red vision blurred Zophia clenched Red desperate Zophia colder You know nothing of loss … regret flickered too late too late she pulled Red away the hissing door of the AOD sealed away the stars Red’s anguish hung like a fragile echo half a heartbeat Zophia remembered then didn’t
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