Them. There. Eyes

Jerry and I were roaming in Grand Central, looking for people who would allow us to photograph them.

Jerry poked my arm. “Look at them.”

“What?”

“Them. There. The eyes, eyes.” He pointed with his nose at a woman in a jogging suit. I couldn’t see her eyes but I walked toward her. As I moved in front of her, I saw what Jerry meant. She saw me looking and I started my photo pitch . . .

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “them. there. eyes.”

Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

One thought on “Them. There. Eyes”

  1. The woman looked straight at us…scaly eyelids fluttered, yellow crocodile eyes stared…Jerry’s camera clicked to the rhythm of grinding teeth. Her red lips twisted into a lopsided smile, exposing white fangs.
    “Wow, look at that! And they say modern pop starts are bland!” Jerry whistled, snapping away at the woman.

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