She had the eyes of a snake; eerily yellow and with a vertical slit. Sometimes, if the sunlight hit from the proper angle, the color of her skin would turn sheer, almost translucent, like the cast off slough of a sister snake.
Please… why am I the guilty one here?
Tag: fiftywordstory
FiftyWordStory #4
The note in her hand didn’t glow rays of golden light, nor did it emit the scent of everything good in the universe. It had no beautiful calligraphy, no seal, and no instant redemption jumping up at you from the paper – which was fine, really, because when had a divorce ever been golden?
FiftyWordStory #3
Their skin is a sick shade of ivory, and their bodies so thin that you just know they can bend muscles that you don’t have. Skin to blame, their lips are permanently violet. Nails, too. Not eyes; those are pearly white.
They bleed blue, she once said…
… I now agree.
A.R.Frederiksen 