art

What do you see? – she whispers in his ears

He takes a deep breath and blows away the dust mustered across the bolted window. Keeping his crossed arms on it, he overlooks the ocean of habitation. Among the hustle bustle and the lazy Saturday afternoon commotion, he hesitates to answer.

Have you seen those eyes? – he whispers back

She unwraps the cigarette pack and lights one up

What do you mean? – she says gently in a nonchalant way

Eyes!

Have you seen it?

Continue reading