Prompt: Write about someone’s eyes without saying the color.
You would have thought they’d be cold. Cold, flat, and hard- like a sheet of ice on the lake in January.
But, those eyes weren’t cold at all. They were bright. Bright, expressive, and lively- like light dancing off the waves in June.
People are full of surprises like that, I guess. Just when you think you have them figured out, you find a new side to them you never knew. The first time I looked into those lake-water eyes I knew, this relationship would be as full of those moments of discovery.
Bringing Mae Flowers 