Her eyes hold me in place. I try to notice everything else in vain. Her deliberate quiet speaks of ill will. Her half smile is no more than a gateway to an emotion above or below.
The silence outlasts my patience. “You been in the shadows too long. They wear you like a mask now. Maybe someday the mirror will let you see what the rest of the world sees.” I measure my words closely.
There is no reaction. Hell, I’m not sure if she breaths half the time.
The eyes stare removing as many layers of me as they can. There were several more a long time ago. The shadows took those too.
Written as part of a challenge called Photo Challenge, details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/12/13/photo-challenge-143/