He looked into her eyes and wondered at all they had seen in their 86 years. Kittens, rainbows, birthday presents, lovers. Faraway places, sunrises, azure seas and angry storms. New homes, births, laughter. Grown children, old friends, grief. By themselves, her eyes revealed nothing of what had been seen and should have been left unseen.
As he held her hand, he felt her body starting to lose its warmth. Her pupils became dull; then milky. He sighed as he reached over and closed her eyes for the last time.
I suppose it’s time to tell the rest of the family.
Dusty, I’m loving your 100 word-a-day thingy. Well done. I’ll give it a try….
And maybe you should arrange another Blog Party…..
Thanks nossie, I’m enjoying it too…when the words come!