The words over at Three Word Wednesday are bump, knuckle and transfix. Busy, busy, busy this week, so I tapped out a drabble, 100 words, no more, no less.
Gaze
The dress is tight, neon blue, expensive.
The cane is medical surplus, gray aluminum, battered.
Passengers bump and nudge her and her eyes have the glow of tears, a hint of a storm to come.
It’s not the jostling that’s causing her grief. She scans the passengers, sits transfixed on a face in the crowded car.
He’s older, bent from the years. He carries a cane, too. Dark-skinned, just like her.
She signs, digs a thumb into her eye. Shudders. The tears don’t come.
She grips the cane, turning her knuckles shades of caramel.
He doesn’t return her gaze.
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9 comments:
No drabble in this carriage..is it worse to be blind or the world being blind to you..'her eyes have the glow of tears'..sweet as caramel..Jae
It sucks to be invisible in a crowd of people. Nicely done.
Alone in a crowd. Been there many times, it never feels good. Nice quickie Thom.
several rereads on this - poignant to be sure
More, please! I like how you end
this prose - open-ended, there are
so many possibilities that are
playing in my mind.
Very sad...
Why do you do that? Not fair to leave this scene when we are wanting more.
invisible in sea of faces. this leaves me wanting more Thom.
I love how you told just enough to allow us to write the story in our own minds..
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