One day I was told you should write a book but never seem too get that far. These are my shorts

Tuesday, 6 February 2007

The eyes


The eyes


Those big brown eyes had him again, caught between those liquid pools of her eyes and the flow of words he was trapped yet again, good thing he was sitting down or he would have fainted she had really taken his breath away this time, I’m yours he murmured a faintly heard whisper against the noise of the computers fan “I’m yours”
He couldn’t help but love this woman, glancing between her picture and her written words he was trapped didn’t know which way too look, he had never held her in his arms never kissed or caressed her, he had heard her sweet voice though tinny through the telephone somehow different again than when he had heard her though his computer speakers it was still the same brown eyed woman he knew.
The man leaned back in his computer chair and reached for the bracelet, it was hers well his now she had made it, the bracelet picked up the light from his screen and shone it back on his face, a multitude of tiny coloured dots reflected off the tiny beads each one fashioned too look like a diamond a handcrafted bracelet made by a brown eyed woman his brown eyed woman

She had him she knew she did, caught another one
“Yes” she muttered as she bent over her beads waving a feather, not just any feather a special feather a spell binding feather that would cause any man or woman who held the tiny beads fashioned into many different things do anything she wished, loose a bet, fall in love even stand in line for her
With her magic spell binding words and her tiny beads her power grew, no one could break her spell she had strengths and she knew it
“Now too get him to do something, this will be fun” she laughed, not a cackling laugh of a witch but a soft babbling laugh she wasn’t a witch just a woman a woman with the same powers as any other woman a woman from the Back of Beyond that is, all the women on the planet BoB could do these things, the earthlings never even realized that they where chatting too someone offworld that concept never even crossed their minds they thought they where alone in the galaxy and the internet was only www not as she knew gww
What can I make this man do she thought maybe dress like a woman or act like a clown, yes that’s it act like a clown, he will look funny with a red shiny nose and big shoes
So she set about with her spell, first offering him a bet that he couldn’t refuse, the wager if he lost he would dress like a clown, if she lost she would come and bee in his arms forever knowing he would loose of course the men always lost too her, it was so much fun getting them too do anything she wished

The man dressed as a clown, his heart broken forever trailed sadly through the city and the country streets searching for his lost love, she had never told him exactly where she lived and when her online icon didn’t light up anymore he set out searching for her
His big shoes now worn, his ruffles dirty and makeup smudged the man pursued and hunted for his brown-eyed woman but never found her
Clutching the one thing that reminded him of his brown-eyed woman, the bracelet made of tiny beads the man wandered aimlessly searching, hunting, seeking her for the rest of his short life