Wednesday, May 25, 2005


Blanche's stern gaze could twist itself into any guy's mind, attaching itself to fears cowering in the darkest corners of the unconscious. Ghosts arose to interfere with the victim's reason. He'd feel himself hopelessly haunted by unrelenting truths, even if he'd seek flight in a divergent direction. The glaring eyes would merely press him deeper into the labyrinth, loosing dark spirits to loom freely on the periphery of thought, summoning a cowering wreck in the place of hollow self-confidence. But Buster was brave. He invited Blanche to his house, bade her sit down before him, while drawing her stare into him. He had to know. He had banished all his ghosts, had what he considered to be the perfect mind, one with no suppressions, pandering instead to perceptions of brutal directness. He lowered all his defenses and met the intensity of her gaze. It was love at first sight. She felt it, too, but, oh, if looks could kill...

Story #225

7 comments:

Jamie Dawn said...

Gosh, you're not kidding. She scares me to death. I wouldn't want to be trying to conceal a secret from her. She'd have me broken, and before long, I'd be spilling the beans.

It's 2 a.m. and I think I'm gonna have a hard time falling asleep after seeing those evil eyes. I may have some disturbing dreams too.

Indeterminacy said...

I'm sorry Jamie. I didn't mean for her to scare you. Out of the archives, maybe this story will help you sleep, and give you more pleasant dreams:

Mark and Emilia...

Jamie Dawn said...

I managed to sleep like a stone. No giant, evil google-eyed dreams of any kind.

Mark & Emilia eloping in their sleep. They may have found that they don't even like each other in real life. Cool scenario, for sure.

Indeterminacy said...

You slept through Courtney driving the car through the living room wall _AND_ her wild birthday party? Impressive!

The Mushroom said...

If looks could kill...
...and they shall know her by the trail of bodies.

She reminds me of a girlfriend I had years ago who would never look me in the eye (and she had very beautiful and soulful cobalt blue eyes) because she was afraid I'd see who she really was. [Yes, that's how she phrased it.] I was a gentleman and didn't look, and usually a day or two after I'd spend time with her she'd tell me about the mental conversation I wasn't privy to, information I would have had a use for had I known -- and would have known had I looked into her eyes.

Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I swear I see your soul. James - 'Sometimes'

Doug said...

"Look," I said, "You think I like having this couch in my apartment? It was my brothers. I didn't feel right not taking it during the divorce- in case he needed a place to sleep. His wife chose the pattern. She must have known. Even then."

Helen said...

I really don't know what to say, your prose has left me speechless but my mind is reeling. Thanks for a thought provoking post.
Peace...............