She had panda eyes. Huge and dark. They would twinkle when he watched her and they were mournful too. People said she was cute but he thought she was stronger, tougher than that. It was just those moments when suddenly she would lower her head and she looked like the most lost and lovely and sad thing in the world. He could stare at her face for ever. When you found someone you found someone. That was all. It was a rare thing. What would happen if there were no more pandas? Would anyone know how to describe her eyes?
100-Word Fiction: ‘Panda Eyes’
Published by MW Bewick
Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. Books including Pomes Flixus, The Orphaned Spaces and Scarecrow are available from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com View more posts
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