Friday April 24th, 2020

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose that have something to do with: all eyes on me.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Glad you liked the brief visit to catch up with Death and his comrades earlier this week :) Now, let's return to other people of questionable sanity....

All eyes on me
"Which one is Claire?" asked Margaret, her mind still replaying the blue of the Aegean ocean, the swarthiness of the waiter and the taste of grilled octopus. Theresa pointed at a large woman dressed in a gold-lamé pant-suit with shoulder pads so broad and long you could use them as aircraft carriers in a pinch, tassles, high-heels that looked like a dangerously bad idea for a woman of her weight, bangles rings and necklaces and two Hermès handbags. As she turned round the back of her jacket was revealed, showing the words "All eyes on me" in big capitals.
"Ah," said Margaret, her eyes gleaming just a little, "the wallflower."

Marc said...

Greg - hah, indeed. Craziness abounds.

That... is one hell of a description. And a distraction, quite potentially. Well, many, many disctrations, really.