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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
That is the color of your eyes
A thousand shades of red as you glare at him, and will him to shrivel and die before your very eyes.
I stand beside you and I try not to shiver.
Your warmth is tangible and offers the safety I crave.
But your power scares me.
I am so afraid.
Because your face right now, is set as if it were marble. Your lips are pressed in a thin, single line and I know if you were to speak, it would be only one line.
One single, scathing sentence would come out, if you were to speak.
But your silence say so much more.
And as you look at him, I see my fear reflected in his eyes.
Your eyes are red.
Red like rubies.
The poor fool turns and runs. I watch and wish I was him.
Then your hand is on my shoulder and I am falling for your warmth--again.
(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: This is just a random mystery character playing around in my head. Not sure what she is right now, but she has red eyes and probably purple-brown hair. She may or may not be a firethrower. Thanks for reading and happy Easter!